It’s been a bit of time. I have not communicated with you, my readers, and for that I apologize. I have started a new job and other things have changed but today I am going to focus on something that really just opened my eyes today.
It all started with a phone call. I slid the “unlock to answer” button and gave the good old What Up!? I hadn’t talked to this friend in almost a month and no way was I gonna let it go to voicemail. We said our hello’s and then it was a little weird. There was this uncomfortable silence in the conversation and it had only just begun. I spoke up and asked why he was calling and he then spoke. However when he spoke it was in small little fragments, more like thoughts that hadn’t been put together in a complete sentence. I was able to decipher what he was saying…I knew what he wanted to know. My heart sunk a bit. He then spit out a question that was like hearing a glass window break: “Who was your Oncologist?”
I immediately told him who my oncologist was and that he was the best. My doctor didn’t fuck around when it came to that shizz. I asked him exactly why he wanted to know and then his mouth began spewing words and thoughts like a volcano that had just exploded and that hot magma was bombarding my eardrums. I heard him, crystal clear. He had some tests and found pollups on his colon and also he has an enlarged prostate and from what he heard from his doctor that that can be a sign of something that is happening or is going to happen in the future. I have read a few articles about how those two areas can have things happen to them which lead to Testicular Cancer and other problems. He called his boy…a fellow man that has dealt with this. Not the exact situation but something similar.
Glad I picked up the phone.
I spoke to him a bit more, interjecting some ideas and things to expect and told him not to worry yet cause they don’t know for sure. However, I mostly listened. I heard the frustration, anxiety, fear, disbelief in his voice.
He called me.
I told him I would be praying for him and as soon as he knew something to please get back to me. We ended the phone call so he could go in for his blood tests. I then sat there for a minute. The warm sunshine coming down on my neck while I thought about this situation. I felt good. I remember when I was scared and worried that I had someone that I was in constant contact with that had been through the same situation that I was going through. I was that “friend” for this guy. I was able to pay my knowledge forward. I will be saying prayers for my friend. He will be in my thoughts.