If you are watching the Olympics, you might notice that today NBC is doing a bit about Gander Newfoundland, Canada. They are discussing and interviewing the residents of Gander and how they had to deal with the aftermath of the terrorist attack. About how this small town opened their airport and homes to the many planes and the people on those planes that were diverted from the US airspace.
In the years following September 11, I have had many people ask me in reflection, "where were you on 9/11." I don't think anyone was ever ready for my response.
On September 11, when the first plane struck the first tower in NYC, I was on Hamilton Road driving Brian to a chemotherapy appointment. I heard it on the radio in the car. 10 minutes later when we arrived at the Cancer Clinic for our appointment, they told me that Brian would be the only one to get chemotherapy that day because his chemo was already to go, the pharmacist had mixed it and sent it to the clinic already.
No one else would get chemo that day because she (the pharmacist) had just heard the news about the terrorist attack. Her husband worked in the towers and she was understandably distraught.
I don't know what happened to her husband, I never asked. But I do know that on September 11, a whole lot of people understood how I felt the first time I heard my 14 year old son had advanced aggressive lymphoma. Their world, the world they knew changed in an instant.
Can you imagine how it was for Brian?
Can you imagine how it is again?....to face death so young...to beat it...to face it once again...?
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