The waiting rooms of radiotherapy (aka the nukey dungeon), gyn onc, and the general oncology department have free drinks and snacks. They like us with a little meat on our bones.
Sometimes, when I'm helping myself to a piece of zucchini bread, I wonder if my cancer brethren/sistrethren are thinking that I'm an interloper just looking for free food as opposed to a fellow cancer cog. I think part of me still thinks of myself as not belonging to the club. Denial has its uses.
Scattered throughout these waiting rooms are multitudes of boxes of
Every time I reach for a beige tissue, I wonder if the last person to use the box had just heard their diagnosis for the first time.
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I feel like people in the cancer clinic don't think I'm a real cancer patient either, especially since I still have my hair and I'm not as old and wrinkly as all of them are. We don't get good free food like you do - zucchini bread sounds yumy! We only get saltine crackers and a wide variety of teas and beverages. And a tiger puzzle to work on. Borrrrring.
Interesting thought about those kleenexes. Very poetic, I must say. :) Blessings to you.
The zucchini bread is surprisingly good, as is the pumpkin. I haven't sampled the banana yet--I prefer mine without nuts. I might have cancer, but I still have my standards. ;)
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