I didn’t know what to expect today, so of course, I over packed.
I brought three books, three magazines, my journal, bottled water, energy bars and strawberries.
But when you’re spending time with a friend, all you really need is good conversation.
This holds true even if your friend is hooked up to an IV for four hours during chemotherapy and you, your husband and her sister are sitting with her in a room barely big enough for the four of you and the nurse.
It was easy to forget what was actually happening until two nurses came in to verify Faith’s information before starting the Taxol.
Faith was groggy, but she rattled off her name, date of birth and medical number.
“What is she at Guantanamo?” my husband joked.
“That’s what kills the cancer?” I asked.
Yes, the nurses confirmed.
Then they left and our conversation continued as though we were sitting around a kitchen table.