When I was at Purlescence Thursday night, I showed them some of the yarns and the hat and Jasmin’s cashmere mitts that they’d all gifted me with in a big basket left on my doorstep right before I went into the hospital. Jasmin’s homegrown oranges were at the bottom.
I told them that with those yarns, they’d given me hope and a sense of looking to the future while things were at their worst: because with each new nurse that came into my hospital room, I would think, ooh, (formerly) No-Blog-Rachel’s Dream Baby would look so good on her! The Moobui would look so good on that one! Ooh, Mari’s Lisa Souza yarn would be perfect for me to knit for her!
I had over 40 nurses, and most of them I would knit for in a heartbeat and I dearly wanted to. More than I could ever do what I wish I could do for them.
But that sense of anticipation, that desire to knit for them to tell them thank you, having yarn that was shared with me to make me feel better with and wanting to use it to pass the goodwill along–it did make me feel better. It helped get me through it all.
And I told each nurse thank you every chance I got. That much, at least, I could reliably do.
(Yeah, the cameras are still hiding out under the medical supplies or some such. Organizing is for a little later in the process.)