As caregivers we often mask our pain. We hide our sorrow sometimes embarrassed by our own emotions. As terminal illness and cancer robs our loved ones of their mind and body we ignore our own trauma. The carnage that happens to our own life and family is left invisible until a future date. We are constantly reminded of how much worse it could be. In the future I hope to tell that story, but now I’m still on that path. But along that path on occasion we meet someone who revives our humanity. As we are in a constant downtrodden state as the illness wears on everyone, it’s easy to feel isolated. But those who KNOW your pain, not academically but rather personally, even on the first encounter instinctually know it. They reach out, and if you’re brave enough to accept their hand, it revives your humanity. Their is a look in their eyes that simply says, you’re not alone. Today was that day for me. As the illness takes its toll I often feel helpless and desperate. While searching for a wheelchair, I could feel myself franticly coming unglued. Oh I hid it, and well. Only a person whose been there could sense it. They KNEW and reached out. Sure, today I bought a wheelchair but it was so much more