What never ceases to amaze me about those fighting cancer is how quickly they discover what they need to do or what gives them the best chance of surviving and they do it. I am blown away constantly.
When I am at the Infusion Center, I invariably think of Rose. Rose was an encyclopedia of information.
The dramas that go on in the little cubicles in terms of lives and stories are a wonderment. Without breaching privacy, let me say, here's a young 30 something. Attractive, gregarious, brain tumor. I say, "please, I don't want to be intrusive but how are you doing?" Matter of factly, she says something like, "I'm hoping for six months." Six months! What will she do in that six months. She is so positive, unbelievable. Plus, here is a girlfriend sitting--she is somewhat like me, bewildered that this friend could speak so matter of factly, be so positive.
Everybody has a story. The forty something working on his iPad. The attractive black lady across the way. The older woman by the window with the shaved head. They all have a story. They are fighting. God bless them.
