Summer afternoons in Florida bring torrential downpours, lightening, electrical disruptions, flooding and accidents. It’s a mess, but thank goodness they generally last only a few minutes to an hour. I never heard anyone use the term “drizzle” like we did up North and I quickly learned my first year  here to respect when they say “rain”. Monsoons are more like it.

When Chuck* came in to discuss his new diagnosis of multiple myeloma and radiation for pain, he arrived with his service dog, Buddy*. What followed is a chaotic visit punctuated by the booming lightning strikes seen through the window overlooking the pond and preserve (usually a tranquil view). As always we start with the history. Chuck is a veteran. Following several deployments, he has PTSD and thought his fatigue and pain were related, no idea of this new cancer as the culprit. He adopted Buddy after he was trained for emotional support. We all need a Buddy  on this day. The large yellow Labrador Retriever lies at Chuck’s feet as we review the x-rays and discuss care. The  storm ramped up and I found my sentences punctuated with “crash-crash” as if we are all in a horror movie.

Poor Buddy needed our support more than Chuck. He wears the vest but it doesn’t protect him from the startle response to the lightning strikes. Finally, Chuck sits on the floor and cradles a trembling Buddy in his lap, rocking back and forth. It is all just too much for everyone. Having a front row seat to the interaction reinforces how healing  the bond is for both.

When the drama subsides after about 45 minutes we finally get on with helping Chuck and Buddy heads out to the waiting room, looking back several times to be sure Chuck is okay. What sweetness and concern passes between them. Chuck says, “You’ll be alright, Buddy” as he pats his head. Buddy knows that Chuck is in trouble and that his job of support just logarithmically increased. His presence will be a big factor in Chuck’s wellbeing and recovery.

Buddy gives Chuck someone to live for, pushing him toward treatment he may otherwise have avoided. They will both do well for a time and I am grateful for the magical loving bond that was created from nothing but now means the world.

What support systems have you found helpful during your journey? Feel free to share. Joanne

*Names have been changed to protect identity.