On Tuesday Lu and I attended the annual Gilda's Club Western New York benefactors awards luncheon. Nice lunch, sorta boring awards descriptions and acceptance speeches. It closes with a 3-4 minute talk from a club member, my wife Lu.
Skipping and paraphrasing her message: Have you ever been driving along on a rather normal morning and suddenly wham your in a bank of fog so thick you can't see out of the car. Your panicked... should I stop, no I'll get rearended... should I pull over, where is the road? am I on the road? am I going to crash into something. freaked... panicked... scared... Well on December 27, 2005 when the doctor said to Scott you have multiple myeloma, I drove into the thickest bank of fog I have ever known. Stranded, alone and scared in a fog so thick I couldn't even think.
Then there are tail lights, faintly glowing red in the fog. Some sense of relief, I'm not alone. Those red tail lights are like the Red Door at Gilda's Club. A light in the fog. A place where I am not alone in this fog.
Well as she walked off stage I stood tears streaming and reached out for a hug. What I next saw was 700 hundred people all standing, many crying, all clapping.
It was a moving way to say thank you to all those benefactors who help make Gilda's Club a sanctuary of hope and companionship for those of us touched by cancer.