An idea for a friend of a cancer patient

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 If you would like to do something for a friend going through cancer treatments make up some little baggies of treats that they can bring with them every time they go to the doctor or cancer center.

It does not need to be big. The picture shows tiny bags of about 2 tablespoons of Jelly Belly Beans inside.

Your cancer friend can give them to the valet, to the people who take blood, the ones making appointments, the nurses, the other cancer patients who make them laugh, the doctors, the x-ray technicians, the volunteers who bring them water, the infusion nurses, and so on. 

It is really an uplift to do something for people who are caring for you!!!

It is surprising how much they appreciate the thoughtful gesture, and will give your friend really nice service for doing so.

And besides, if the cancer patient needs a treat they can eat it themselves!  

A little thank you goes a long way.

Giving kindness is healing for everyone.

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A little morsel of spring to taste

Frances Hodgson Burnett’s, The Secret Garden is one of the most magical full-sense spring experiences. You will never look at nature and her healing powers the same again.

Here is just one little morsel to taste:

“A sudden thought made her scramble to her feet,

“I can’t wait! I am going to see the garden!”

…She unchained and unbolted and unlocked and when the door was open she sprang across the step with one bound, and there she was standing on the grass, which seemed to have turned green, with the sun pouring down on her and warm sweet wafts about her and the fluting and twittering and singing coming from every bush and tree. She clasped her hands for pure joy and looked up in the sky and it was so blue and pink and pearly and white and flooded with springtime light and she felt as if she must flute and sing aloud herself and knew that thrushes and robins and skylarks could not possibly help it. She ran around the shrubs and paths towards the secret garden.

“It is all different already,” she said. “The grass is greener and things are sticking up everywhere and things are uncurling and green buds on leaves are showing…”

…When she had reached the place where the door bid itself under the ivy…and she pushed the door open…

“Oh Dicken! Dickon!” she cried out. “How could you get here so early! How could you! The sun has only just got up!”

“He got up himself, laughing and glowing, and tousled; his eyes like a bit of the sky.

“Eh!” he said. “I was up long before him. How could I have stayed abed! Th’ world’s all fair begun again this mornin’, it has. An’ it’s workin’ and hummun’ and’ scratchin’ an’ pipin’ and’ nest-building’ an breathin’ out scents, till you’ve got to be out in it ‘stead o’ lyin’ on your back. When th’ sun did jump up, th’ mor went mad for joy, an’ I was in the midst of th’ heather, an’ I run like mad myself, shoutin’ an’ singing’. An’ I come straight here. I couldn’t have stayed away. Why, th’ garden was lyin’ here waitin’!”  pg. 155-157