Last Monday I was waiting to hear about my friend's son. He has been battling bone cancer for five years. He is 22 now. He had gone to see his oncologists for results of the latest round of chemo. The longer the day went by with no news, the more I was certain it would not be good news. Tuesday evening the news came. The battle was well fought, but the fight was over. There would be no more fighting, it was time to wave the white flag of surrender.
The sadness I felt was overwhelming. I could barely speak. I read the e-mail to my husband, crying all the while. I felt so sad at being so far away that I could only offer words of comfort, that were meaningless. At least I thought so. At 5:30 Wednesday morning, I was getting ready for work. I looked at my husband and said "I need to make her a quilt." Without hesitation he said "Do it."
So the plan began to form... I would make X blocks to represent hugs, that I could not give in person.