Two friends are getting ready to take their fist steps into the chemo therapy room. Their journey begins down a path so many of us in this community have taken in one way or another.
I was sent this from a dear friend who just lost her brother to cancer…Today, I pass it along, as I think of all of them.
At the Cancer Clinic
by Ted Kooser (from ‘Delights and Shadows.’ Copper Canyon Press,2004)
She is being helped toward the open door that leads to the examining rooms
by two young women I take to be her sisters.
Each bends to the weight of an arm and steps with the straight, tough bearing of courage.
At what must seem to be a great distance, a nurse holds the door,
smiling and calling encouragement.
How patient she is in the crisp white sails of her clothes. The sick woman
peers from under her funny knit cap to watch each foot swing scuffing forward and
take its turn under her weight.
There is no restlessness or impatience or anger anywhere in sight. Grace
fills the clean mold of this moment and all
the shuffling magazines grow still.