Warning, this is a bit of a downer.
The last post triggered a couple things I saw today. True, I am a talker, but I also observe.
First thing when I arrived, I noticed a woman a little older than me, on the verge of a serious cry. She only had one sheet of paper, not the full package, so either this was her first visit for chemo or she was getting a blood test. I wanted to reach out to her, but could not intrude. Her husband was with her, but he was stone faced, I think not wanting to acknowledge what might be happening to their lives. I may never see her again, but I didn't know how to help today.
Then I ran into a woman I knew from church. She has been undergoing treatments for a couple years and things don't sound good. We agreed that meeting at McDonalds would be a far happier occasion. She laughed when I told her there was another place we could be meeting and agreed the cancer center was a better place.
Last thing I noticed. There are about 14 treatment chairs in the center. This was the first time I was in the oldest group, by a large margin. There was one kid I'd estimate in his 20's. Say what you want about HIPAA, a center is not set up for privacy. He was scared he would run out of money soon and wanted to talk with a councilor. Many in their 30's and 40's. Several men, so not all women. A few in their 50's. Very few over 60. This is the first time I noticed such a disparity in ages. As much as it sucks to get cancer in my 60's, I can't imagine what it must be to get any cancer in your 20's or 30's. Cillie, and others, my heart goes out to you. I have kids older than you. If one of them was diagnosed with cancer, I would lose it, completely.