Over the course of the past three weeks, I spent a few hours in the Cancer Center of my home city. Thankfully, I was not there to accompany a family member or friend for the reason the name implies. Other services are provided for less serious illness, and that was the reason for our visit. Sitting in the infusion room I couldn’t help but think back to a few years ago, when my brother sat in that very room, a needle in the port in his chest, receiving chemotherapy. He went to each appointment himself, refusing the offers for company and support. Seeing that room for myself made me even more aware of the courage it took for him and for every person who sits in those recliners. I can only hope that soon, like my brother, they are able to get up, walk out of that room, and never have to look back.
“Before I knew you, I thought brave was not being afraid. You’ve taught me that bravery is being terrified and doing it anyway.” – Laurell K Hamilton; Blood Noir