Stephen Ministry by Rodger Hardy
I had read that being told that one has cancer is a shocking event. In my case it was much more gradual; from something is not quite right, to something is definitely wrong, to it may be cancer, to the confirmation. Further- more, I had no idea how serious it was until the treatments became more and more drastic. At some point I realized I was in real trouble.
While I had submitted to all the recommended treatments and procedures, and taken all the (shockingly expen- sive) drugs prescribed there was a sinking feeling that it wasn’t enough, that things weren’t going well. I felt bad, not just physically, but also emotionally. Although I had been a Stephen Minister for several years I now realized that I needed a Stephen Minister for myself.
My first meeting with my Stephen Minister was a little like a magician sitting in the audience of a magic act, knowing there was a rabbit in the hat. But Stephen Ministry is not magic, it is just the care receiver talking and the care giver listening. As I walked away from our first session I thought to myself, “I don’t know what just happened, but I feel better.”