So I spent the day at the cancer center today. I don't have cancer, I just see a hematologist there. I go periodically for iv iron treatments which is what I was doing today.

(I took this picture to send to my friend who hates needles...ya know, just to give her the heebie jeebies...wonder if it worked?)



Usually I go in, pick the chair that has no one sitting near it, bury my head in a book or stick in my ipod headphones and zone out for the hour or so that I am there. Today the cancer center was a happening place...every chair was full except for one, in the very back corner near the window...smack between a very sweet lady and a very kind man. Both folks were in their 70's (they offered, I didn't ask...I do have a few manners) and both were getting chemo. The man had been there for FOUR hours and clearly needed to visit. I didn't really say much, mostly I nodded my head and laughed at their stories. The woman talked about her husband of 54 years and the man spoke of his son and granddaughter. The time flew today and I was sad to see them both leave before me. Having them there to visit even made the repeat sticks that it took to get my iv started easier. They both seemed to take chemo and cancer in stride. The woman said she was determined to make life as normal as possible for as long as possible. Gave me something to think about. I will be going back Friday for more iron and this time I think I'll look for a seat by someone who needs to visit.