Forgot my damned Kindle so blogging from my phone instead to pass the time. The infusion center is busy today, but at least it’s fairly quiet. I’ve talked about it before but the usual symphony of suffering in here just makes a depressing experience more depressing.
Sad state of affairs, especially when it’s my only real hope of survival.
I sat next to a woman today, Donna, who sparked up a chat with me after I offered to get her anything while I was up. She has breast cancer, which had been under control and then metastasized (sp?) and put her back in chemotherapy. The latest CAT scan showed it had slowed down to a dormant stage, however, so she was thankful for that. She was a pretty recent patient too (May), so we had some things and thoughts in common to talk about. I got the feeling, like me, she hasn’t really dealt with this too much or talked to other patients. I gave her my therapist’s number after she expressed interest that I thought it was helping me, and hopefully it brings her some peace. She expressed that she was bitter a lot, which I can certainly understand.
It was odd talking to someone with cancer … haven’t really made an effort to do that for a lot of reasons (most “bad,” perhaps, but mine to choose). I don’t know that confirming that another person had the same thoughts I did was much of an epiphany but perhaps with some time to ponder today I’ll gain a perspective to grow from it.