Yesterday was the first time that I ever accompanied
Bobby to a medical appointment. It was for the purpose
of removing a chemo pump which he has to wear for three
days following Chemo treatment.

He asked me to go in with him and it was a revelation
to me. I had expected private cubicles but it was a
large open space with many people having chemo at the same
time from those large recliners that fold into beds.
Some people were chatting, some were in acute distress
and one woman was placidly knitting.

Pump removal took about ten minutes and looked painful.
It was followed by an attack of nausea about l5 minutes
later. Bobby has had 60 chemo treatments.

I can't believe in heaven but do hope there is a special
one for those people who have suffered hell on earth. I
can never forget some of the people we encountered in the
waiting room. The bravery and the will to live astonish
me in my son and all the others that I saw yesterday.