For the third time, cancer has darkened our doorstep. This time it was Mr. Sunshine and I was having such a hard time with that.
To occupy my mind…and soul…during the many hours in waiting rooms while he went through testing, procedures, surgery and recovery, I gathered some yarn and began to crochet. One of the most calming things one can do without a lot of concentration.
Last night I crocheted the very last stitch. And I have a pretty little afghan. It was very therapeutic for me. But it isn’t mine…I hope to give it to someone else who could also use some comfort…perhaps Hospice or a Care Center. I hope it helps someone else just like it did me.
And Mr. Sunshine is doing very well…we think we got it all.