I adore love stories. Sometimes I’m lucky enough to meet someone who shares their love story with me, like George and Faye. Sometimes I get to watch a love story in action, no words or explanations needed.
My beautiful friend and yoga guru, Carrie, is braving Stage IV ovarian cancer. Her path has been littered with obstacles since her diagnosis. Blood clots. Unsuccessful chemo treatments. Bowel blockages.
Overriding everything is the strength and love of her husband, Herman.
Carrie was hospitalized two hours away from home for a month. Herman was there every day until he had to return to work. Then he commuted back and forth each day after work.
Their love story has had the same highs and lows that all long-term relationships have. But where the rubber met the road, there’s Herman, standing tall, a gentle giant.
Now that Carrie’s back home, Herman works full time then performs home inspections in the evening and on weekends. The full-time job provides health insurance and living money. The home inspections pay for Carrie’s medication, which are averaging a thousand dollars a month.
Carrie is the original outdoor girl. She was raised in rural Pennsylvania on 100 acres in the mountains. She’s more at home in a kayak on the river than in a store.
She sells Arbonne, whose sign of success is a white Mercedes.
Since Carrie’s diagnosis, Herman bought a previously-owned, white Mercedes SUV, lovingly restored it and outfitted it with a rack for Carrie’s kayak and stand-up paddle board.
I’ve talked to Herman a few times. Asked him how he’s doing. Whether it’s standing outside her hospital room, or meeting at the now-closed yoga studio, or talking on the phone to coordinate visits, the answer never changes.
It doesn’t matter how I am. Nothing matters but Carrie.
I want a love like that. The selfless love of Sufi poet Hafiz’s poetry. The selfless love I see in Herman when he talks about Carrie.
Sunday was a special day for Carrie. A day of fasting, prayer, healing thoughts and positive energy.
In Matthew 18:19-20, Jesus tells us, “Again, truly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.”
Carrie’s friends each did something Sunday for her healing. Some friends fasted. Some prayed. Some sent Reiki. Others sent positive thoughts of healing – imagining Carrie whole and well, her smile lighting up the room. All sent love. None more than Herman.