Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

So I had my eye appointment this morning, and my eye is still holding, which is a relief.  I was waiting outside after for my husband to pick me up, when the woman I was sitting next to inside asked if she could talk to me.  Had I had eye injections.  Yes, I said.  Many.  She asked did it hurt?  I assured her it did not, and explained the procedure and my experiences.  She said she was relieved, because she hadn't been able to decide between injection and an experimental study.  She was my older daughter's age, coloring and had had breast cancer twice, like my daughter.  She had first been diagnosed at the same age as my daughter.  We discussed how the treatments can affect the eyes, and I shared that my daughter now wore glasses, when she hadn't before.  I told her to be sure to get MRIs periodically to check that she was still in remission.  We talked about needing an advocate when you have medical visits.  She said her mother is hers, but she hadn't been able to be with her this morning.  I saw my husband double parked to pick me up, and we quickly hugged and said we'd pray for each other, and it was as if I'd been given the gift of hugging my daughter two states away.  We connected, this young woman with a battle behind her, and I, mothering her a tiny bit in the absence of her mother.  I felt love for her.  Immediate and true.