Women in Trucking - One Woman's Journey

We were traveling through Pennsylvania when a voice came on the CB and said "Good Morning". It was a pleasant female voice. A very nice change from the harsh male trucker's voices I was used to hearing. This simple message was met with a variety of answers from "Good Morning" to obscenities about womanhood in general. I was surprised and not at all amused by the response she got.

My husband got on the CB and said something about how awful it was that such a wonderful greeting would meet with such a negative response. The next voice we heard was a male's. "That was my hero that said Good Morning." Neither my husband nor myself thought too much about the response.

The CB was quiet as we continued through the hills. A little while later we picked up on a conversation between two truckers. We recognized one of the voices as the man who had said it was his hero who said Good Morning. He was explaining to the other trucker that his wife woke up every morning grateful to be alive and wanted to say Good Morning to the world. He went on to explain that she was in treatment for Cancer.

This had been a really rough year for her. She had lost her son earlier that year. She had various forms of Cancer, some carcinomas and uterine cancer. She had surgery earlier in the year to remove her uterus and was now enduring some really rough Chemotherapy. She had decided to come out on the road with her husband during treatment so they could be together.

She called herself Yoda with a laugh because all of her hair had fallen out. She explained how her treatments were every 3 weeks and she was connected to the medicine for several days. She was cheerful, but I heard the fatigue in her voice.

I looked over at my husband who was crying. He spoke into the microphone, "I am traveling with my hero also. She is a 3-year survivor of Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. You keep up the fight and may God bless you." He had to stop talking because his voice was starting to break up. The CB was silent for a little while. I touched his face and wiped away a tear and remembered how hard it was for him while I was going through my treatment. I couldn't talk.

"Do you want to say something to her?" He asked me as he pointed to the microphone.

"No" I couldn't find the words through the huge lump in my throat.

I wanted to say to keep up the positive attitude. I wanted to say that her hair would come back, and, if it came back like mine, it would be wonderfully curly. I wanted to say that she would be in my prayers and that I knew what she was going through. But I didn't.

But there hasn't been a day that has gone by since I heard her "Good Morning" that I don't think about her and wonder how she is doing. I admire her courage and her sense of humor. I pray that she gets through this. I hope someday she can get on the CB and tell everyone that she is a 3-year Cancer Survivor.