A New Season and Another Slice of Cake

This week, I had the opportunity to do something both ordinary and deeply meaningful. I took my dad to his chemotherapy appointment, prepared and delivered a birthday cake for his 71st birthday, and accompanied my mom to a doctor’s appointment.

A couple of weeks ago, I asked Dad what kind of cake was his favorite. He said yellow cake with chocolate icing or white cake with white icing.  

Done.

Because purple is his favorite color, purple sprinkles were a must. And when he gave me two choices, I decided there was no reason to choose between them. I made both for his birthday.

The memory of my husband, Herbert, and me sitting with my parents and sharing a couple of slices of birthday cake was even sweeter than the cakes themselves. And yes, I said slices because we had to try both.

When you are helping someone through cancer treatment or another serious illness, you learn to do a great deal of waiting and watching.

I could tell Dad was tired. But he was still going.

As we arrived for his next appointment, an associate named Rachel immediately began helping him check in. Afterward, she pointed to the kiosk and kindly explained that it was where he would normally check in, but she did not mind helping him.

She saw that he needed help and stepped forward.

Rachel continued talking with Dad and shared an experience she had with a tree company whose employees went above and beyond. They carried heavy items to her car and treated her with such respect that she gave the company an excellent review.

As I listened, I thought about the review I would give Rachel if I could. It would certainly be an excellent one.

We experienced that same compassion during my mom’s appointment. Her doctor patiently listened as she shared her worries about Dad. He made room for stories and humor, offered encouragement and shared his faith. He cared about the person sitting in front of him.

Sweet moments come in so many forms.

Last week, I also had the honor of serving as emcee for the Yellow Rose Affair. I am grateful to Brenda Martin for asking me and to the Republican Women of the Upper Cumberland for allowing me to be part of such a meaningful event. I am thankful for every person who worked behind the scenes, supported the program and helped make the day possible.

As we look forward to Labor Day, I am especially mindful of those who show up, work hard and go beyond what is required. From compassionate health care professionals to volunteers, small-business employees and our own Highlands Insider and Reaves & Williams team members, their work makes a difference.

Scripture reminds us in Galatians 6:9, “And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.”

We are entering a new season for our elected officials, our community and Putnam County. I pray those entrusted with leadership will serve with wisdom, integrity, courage and compassion as we move forward together.

Please continue to pray for my parents. Thank you for reading, supporting Highlands Insider, Cookeville Now and being part of our future.

Here is to a new season of service, gratitude and hope.

And perhaps another slice of cake.