I’m sitting in the waiting room for my appointment this morning and was stunned to see that the 4 other people waiting (we are the ones in the hospital gowns) all have grey hair. Not just a little but totally grey. Then there’s me. No grey. Does that mean that I’m too young for this?
While I’m waiting, I see that one of the “care givers” is crying. And being ignored by everyone. Now I know that having cancer is a totally selfish disease. Having it really takes away the ability to have a normal life, at least for the duration of the treatment, but come on! I went and sat with that lady. I apologized if I was intruding then told her everything would be ok. We ended up talking about her children and grand-children and it got her mind off her fear, if only for a little while. She offered me their driveway if I didn’t want to pay for parking ’cause they’re only a block away from the hospital but I declined. She prayed for me. Then my name was called.
Yes, Cancer is selfish and all-consuming but I’m not wearing blinders and didn’t feel, as a human being, dying from cancer or not, that I couldn’t help someone else who is in pain. Even if only for a little while.