It was right around this same time last year
that my eyes were first opened to the notion that my writing, however I
continue pursuing it, must ultimately do something good for the people and
world around me. I can’t think of a more beautiful way of fulfilling this
purpose than by sharing the stories of women who have suffered through and
endured the ordeal of cancer.
The second lady I
interviewed was named Sandy. She had shoulder length curly hair and a bright
smile to greet me when I first walked up to her in the middle of the crowded
seating area at Starbucks. Although it was painfully awkward, I had to start
the interview off by asking her if she could tell me about her experience with
breast cancer. She explained to me that she had first noticed something was
wrong on Christmas day, 12 years ago. She would come to find out that she did
in fact have breast cancer.
One of the more inspiring
parts of her story to me was her explaining how proactive she became about her
treatment right from the beginning. She carefully did her research and ended up
selecting a doctor at a clinic in Portland. As a precaution, Sandy also made
the difficult decision to have a double mastectomy. She would later have
reconstructive surgery.
But at the end of all of
it, Sandy walked away from the experience appreciative of how it had changed
her life and made her a better person.
As I was wrapping up my
conversation with Sandy and preparing to leave, she politely thanked me for taking
the time to meet with her. And then, much to my surprise, she asked if she could
hug me. Over the past four years since graduating college, I have interviewed
dozens of people for all kinds of stories. But never once has anyone ever asked
to hug me as their way of saying thank you for my work. I hadn’t even written
the article yet, but here was this woman wanting to hug me in appreciation for
something she hadn’t even seen. Of course, I told her she could hug me. And so
we stood there embracing each other right there in the middle of Starbucks. It
only lasted a second or two, but it’s one of the few hugs I know I will never
forget as long as I live.
What I have come to learn
is that there isn’t a single person in this world who doesn’t have some story
to share. As a writer, I have to pick and choose which stories I bring to life
on the page for others to read. And that is one of the greatest blessings of
being a writer—being able to share the stories of others who either lack the strength
or the skills necessary to share it themselves. After all, even one of the
greatest books ever written—the Bible---wouldn’t be around if there hadn’t been
writers daring enough to record the stories of God’s work.
Even though I learned a
year ago that I needed to do something good with my writing, it wasn’t until
that moment when Sandy hugged me that I finally understood why. Moments like
that make what I do worth it. That is the kind of reward that no amount of
money could ever match.
Tomorrow I will be
walking in the Race for the Cure with my grandma. I will be walking not only to
support Sandy and all the women and people whose lives have been forever
changed by breast cancer, but also as my way of saying thank you to the cause
that helped advance me one step farther down my journey as a writer.