Today was my first day volunteering at the Breast Center which is a part of the local hospital. It deals with the usual mammograms, dexa scans, and cancer patients. I was really excited to finally be volunteering in this part of the hospital because I had requested this area when I first started over the summer.
My duties weren't much. They included helping patients find dressing rooms, instructing them on how to undress and how to redress in their capes and robes. I restocked the dressing rooms with fresh robes, capes, bags, and wipes. I helped patients to the waiting room and escorted them to the exits when they were finished with the doctors.
What made it so worthwhile was when all the women were seated in the waiting area they talked. They talked about their golden years, their families, their grandchildren and great-grandchildren, their losses, their triumphs, and their graying hair.
In that small waiting room they all were anticipating the same journey. Even though they were complete strangers, in that small room they were sisters. Each time one of them was called by the doctor to begin their journey the others would say God bless, good luck, and we'll make it.
It was so empowering to see women come together like that, to see them bond over something that could prove devastating. It made me proud to be a woman.
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