Any-hoo, I decided to swing by Ross Dress for Less to see if I could find any treasures. When I walked into the store, I made a B-line for the dresses. At the end cap of the second dress isle, I saw a woman standing there. She had on a knit cap that was covering her bald head.
She had gone pale and was clutching her belly with one hand and the shopping cart with the other.
I passed her by.
Seconds later, I decided to see if she needed help so I swung my cart around and turned the corner to face her.
Me: “Are you ok?”
Lady: (looking a little surprised to see me) “Uh, ye—yes.”
Me: “you look a little nauseous.” (I figured she had been undergoing chemo or something)
Lady: “No, I’m just holding……pause… I’m just holding on.”
(at this point, I realize that her hand is not on her belly but on where her left breast is, or should be. You can tell that under her shirt there are bandages covering the area. I am not sure if she had a lumpectomy or a mastectomy, but something was taken from her).
Me: I smiled at her, gave her cart a little tap, and said “ok.” And then, I walked away.
What else could I do?
What I could not do any longer was I focus on buying a silly dress. She haunted me the rest of the day. When I woke up this morning, she was still in my thoughts.
“I’m just holding…..I’m just holding on.”
I think she was about to say “I’m just holding my breast.”
Or, “I’m just holding my wound.”
She could not have been older than 40.
I hope she makes it.