When my friend was diagnosed with cervical cancer years ago, it was the first time I had tried to serve someone with a critical diagnosis. Honestly, because of my anxiety, I was a clueless and unhelpful bystander other than praying. I froze and regretfully did nothing. I wish someone had given me a list of pragmatic ways to serve.
It wasn’t until my own mother-in-law had lung cancer that I began to understand from the inside how to be more useful.