Cancer is getting a big punch in the face by my friend Angie, and I couldn’t be more proud of her.
Walking into my medical oncologist’s office was like walking into a comfortable, warm hotel lobby.
After registration, my mom and I sat in the quiet waiting area, drinking coffee and filling out paperwork, looking out of the frosted glass enclosure into the elevator bank of the Lemmon-Holton Cancer Pavilion.
When the Medical Assistant called us back, the path we walked curved through a second waiting room. It was just as quiet and softly lit as the one we just left but it was absolutely full of cancer patients awaiting treatment. Many women were wearing scarves or hats to cover their hairless heads while other women sat there exposed and beautifully bald. I didn’t notice what the men looked like, they didn’t catch my eye at all. There was a small pharmacy next to this waiting area; the hallway that jutted behind this area led to what looked like a gigantic…
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