I spotted them right away. Two ladies who had aged with grace and class. Sisters, no doubt. One was holding reading material. The other embraced a warm blanket. A name was called and they left the room. In a few minutes another name was called — Roberta Yeagley. That morning we were early so the Chemo Suite was nearly empty.…
Tag: Cancer
Learning to Care
Strangers intimately bound together. A jovial man with a beautiful Santa beard read a book. A young lady quietly ate her burger and fries. A teenager rested quietly with her parents. Smiles. Quiet nappers. Men. Women. Young. Old. Rich. Poor. And my wife, Bert! Strangers bound together by one feared word — cancer. Each sharing the same treatment — chemo.…