Yesterday, as I sat in multiple waiting rooms, I was reminded
how much they felt like athletic dressing rooms of my past with a mix of
individuals tired of the fight and those that couldn’t wait for the start of
the 2nd half. I ask her if
the chair was taken, and she motioned for me to sit down, and we talked briefly;
she was with her husband, who no longer worked, but she wished he did. A tall large man limped into the seat across
the far aisle and they began to try to talk, I got up and motioned him into my
seat.
We followed each other to two other waiting rooms, I watched
them sit apart, and my heart felt his exhaustion and loneliness. After my last appointment, I visited a friend
doing inpatient chemo, and he, his wife and I talked about our shared cancer
journeys – for we don’t do life alone.
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