It's Monday morning and here I am hooked up to an infusion machine with tubes running into
a "port" in my upper chest. The room is almost full of people sitting in comfortable lounge
chairs. Every one seems to be calmly facing hours of sitting and infusing.
I count more than twenty stations with most filled with hopeful human beings. The nurses
are all kind and subdued when hooking us up to the medicine.
I am glad to be finally attacking the malignant growth in my esophagus.
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