A Cancer Patient walks into a bar…

Posted: September 25, 2018 in Postcards from Cancerland.

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As I write this I’m hanging out in an infusion suite.

I was here for five hours yesterday. Today, I’m here long enough to get a refill of my chemo cocktail.
Unfortunately, there is no paper umbrella involved.
But, that makes my mind wander…
An infusion suite is a lot like a really subdued bar. Everyone is sitting around putting down some serious strong fluids while finding community.
There are snacks and the bathroom is in constant use.
There ARE differences. There is no loud music, no one is cocky, and the only hookups involve IV machines.
It dawns on me that this place cries out for a Karaoke machine.
It’s a healing thing to hear your neighbor sing “Don’t Stop Believing” totally off key.
Maybe there should be a piñata too.
It’s therapeutic when you feel beat up to beat up  an inanimate object, especially if candy is involved!
In the infusion suite I’ve overheard more laughter than tears.
I know what strength and courage sound like.
It’s a chuckle that is occasionally interrupted by chemo cough.
It’s the strength that shows up when you aren’t strong enough to open your own water bottle.
Unlike the liquid courage you find in a bar, this is the real stuff.
It comes from down deep.
It’s the strength and courage to just show up.
Alex Elle said “I’m thankful for my struggle because without it I wouldn’t have stumbled across my strength”.
I totally get that.
Now, if I could only get my hands on a mobile karaoke machine and some paper umbrellas.

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