A friend of mine is starting on the Chemo Trail this week. I hope it goes well for her and finishes quickly with few interruptions to her own journey- her real life- on the way. It makes me sad to think a friend has to do this.
Last time I was hooked up, the person behind the curtain next to me was playing a very loud play station game on his laptop. We don't have these things in our house because I have an unreasonable aversion to them. Being attached to a drip and unable to move I was briefly irritated and then forgot about it.
Later on as I was checking out, I saw a woman with great hair in the waiting room. Everybody seems to have great hair styles at the moment. I observed her 'do' and considered whether she was just starting out on treatment. Then I noticed the sneakers that had been on the anonymous play stationer belonged to the handsome boy on crutches next to her. He sported a very cool beanie and philosophical smile as he kissed his well coiffed mum hello. She was picking up her son from chemo.
|Small covetable brooch from GOMA|