If you have not yet seen my favorite Christmas movie this season, it’s high time break out the classic, White Christmas. My kids tell me that people don’t burst into song in real life, but maybe life should be more like a musical. Music has a way of healing souls.
“Sisters, sisters, there were never such devoted sisters…” My sisters fit this description perfectly. My older sister just came into town to help me for 5 days and it was so nice to have her here. This illness is giving me more time to spend with my sisters, which is time I am treasuring. We all have busy families and getting together is hard, especially with a sister living in California and our family in Mexico. Cancer is giving us reasons to get together, serve one another and enjoy each other’s company.
These are my sisters – the girls who have helped shape my life.
I looked up to my older sister and wanted to learn how to become a beautiful girl by watching her. I noticed how she did her makeup, how hot rollers worked, and how she dressed. She has a great sense of style and could easily design and sew her own couture prom dress. Her sewing inspired me to learn how to sew as well. She taught me by example how to make beautiful things. She still brings me beautiful things and after this trip, I am the owner of a fabulous pair of red Christmas flannel pajamas. Thank you, Karen!
She also led the way in cooking exploration. She built on Mom’s basics and tried new things. It is because of her that I ventured into trying new dishes every Sunday until I learned how to be a better cook. Her cooking abilities have served me greatly. During all of her visits, she has made me delicious and healthy food and has stocked the freezer with perfect soups and meals just for cancer patients.
My younger sister was my pal at home. When we were younger, the only thing she ever wanted was my attention. When I practiced the piano, she would jump around the corner and push the lowest key and then jump back behind the wall. She would repeat this exercise until I jumped off the piano to chase her down and give her the attention she wanted.
We would spend hours in the backyard just hanging out and talking, eating half gallons of ice cream with spoons out of the carton and making fun of high school social scenes. While our metabolisms have slowed down, our friendship hasn’t. She is now the one giving me a great deal of attention, even though she has a family with 5 of her own children to attend to. She has been a great source of comfort and cheer during this treatment. Seeing her often has been so much fun, even if it is in the infusion room or during a stem cell transplant. She is my pal and has brought me everything from food to blankets and has even taken over my knitting fiasco project. Most of all, she is a listening ear and great company. Thank you, Sondra!
How grateful I am for sisters!
My Sister’s Hands
My sister’s hands are fair and white; my sister’s hands are dark
My sister’s hands are touched with age, or by the years unmarked
And often when I pray for strength to live as He commands
The Father sends me sustenance in my sisters hands.
And yet I know that should I mourn, I need not weep alone
For often as I seek His grace to lighten life’s demands
The Father sends me solace borne in my sister’s hands.
My sister’s hands: compassion’s tools that teach my own their art
Witnesses of charity within the human heart
Bearers of the Savior’s love and mercy unto man
I have felt the Master’s touch in my sister’s hands.