Friday at the cancer center is filled with faces that mirror a week of warring.
Patients slowly make their way to the revolving door dragging heavy thoughts, doses of radiation and chemotherapy drugs circulating inside their bodies.
They have stood up to their cancer for another week. Those spinning doors welcome the other world and a weekend free of treatment.
One the other side, there will be rest and a couple of days to recuperate from the battle.
Some leave in wheelchairs, pushed along by care givers who look just as relieved as the patients to claim the fresh air. I watch others who are deep in thought as they walk toward the light of the day.
A few are locked in conversation with friends and family and hardly show signs of diagnosis or treatment. It’s the bald head, or the blue tape wrapped around the bend in their arm where blood was drawn that gives them away.
But it’s their faces, especially their eyes that tell the tale.
So many moods on a Friday get-away day at the cancer center. No better day to really get away.
June 7, 2015 @ 8:12 am
A lady we deliver to with Meals On Wheels has had two bouts with cancer. The most recent was breast cancer. The tumor was removed and everything looked good. But something didn’t seem quite right. She was told that most likely the cancer had spread throughout her body. So she was preparing herself for confirmation via a scan. We talked with her Friday. She was doing the happy dance…NED. But she is going to take chemo to kill, hopefully, any rogue cells that may be hiding and waiting to latch on somewhere. Yes, Fridays can be very good days but then again, any day when good news is delivered to a cancer patient is a good day.