Little Things Mean A Lot

Last week after 4 days of searching the local pharmacist declared that the manufactures had ceased making the pill I take to strengthen my bones. My specialist is always telling me that if I have any  problems or anxieties just ring her. So John made the call (his telephone French being superior to mine). Later that morning the secretary rang to say that Madame Levasseur had arranged for one of her team to sort out the problem. Literally as John put the phone down "the designate lady" rang him back and he started to relate my history. "Oh no need for that she said I know all about her"!!. I surmised that she was the nurse in charge of the day ward where I had my chemotherapy. I have seen her once in passing since those days and she was very pleased to see me. I dont know her name. The next day she rang as arranged and said that I have to have a blood test each month before having a drug administered by injection. However the little thing that meant most to me was that she told John to give me a big hug from her.

Spring has at last arrived (at least for a few days) so these little things mean a lot also.