Jennifer in Luxembourg

I did it again.  Exhaustion from my two hours of sleep last night overwhelmed me as I scrolled through the Lufthansa movie selection, marking the ones I wanted for the flight. Zootopia 2 has been at the top of my list, so I happily watched that before a spot of lunch and a nap. I walked around a flight packed with my coworkers before returning and selecting another one from my bookmarked list, Audrey's Children. The name niggled in my brain as something I had heard of before and noted wanting to watch. The description stated it was about a doctor and the children she wanted to help, and the open scene stated it was based on a true story. I settled in to begin.  And just per my luck, it was about cancer. Two days until my 13th bone marrow transplant birthday, so I decided why the heck not, could be therapeutic, and continued watching the movie. And cried I think almost the entire two hours of the movie. There's the usual heaviness that accompanies me leading up to BMT birthday,...

Every night this week, as I've climbed into my bed in my empty house alone, I’ve been reminded and felt the love here in Luxembourg. This particular love is in the shape of a tabletop humidifier. It’s the loaned gift of a colleague- friend who heard my cough as she drove me to our satellite office, and promptly declared it a dry cough. A few mornings later, I found her arranging the device on my desk, setting it to my favorite color, and turning it on to release the therapeutic vapors in my office. She poured the essential oils she'd brought from home: the one that said for ease of breathing and seemed most applicable honestly. I dutifully carried it home.  Love looks like the friend who carried my dishes from dinner all the way to my house, despite the pouring rain. An has continued to walk me all the way home recently, always being sure to offer help to carry my heavy bags.  Love looks like the friend who made me dinner at my own home last night. And came over to help ...