My Seventh Friend
— Linda Mae Richardson (Melanoma Survivor)
My first friend came and expressed his shock by saying, “I can’t believe that you have cancer. I always thought you were so active and healthy.” He left, and I felt alienated and somehow very “different.”
My second friend came and brought me information about a variety of cancer treatments. He said, “Whatever you do, don’t take chemotherapy. It’s a poison!” He left, and I felt scared and confused.
My third friend came and tried to answer my “whys” with the statement, “Perhaps God is disciplining you for some sin in your life.” He left, and I felt guilty.
My fourth friend came and told me, “If your faith is great enough, God will heal you.” He left and I felt that my faith must be inadequate.
My fifth friend came and told me to remember that “all things work together for good.” He left, and I felt angry.
My sixth friend never came at all. I felt sad and alone.
My seventh friend came and held my hand and said, “I care, I’m here, I want to help you through this.” He left, and I felt loved!