Placidly, one after another,
they wait, a procession,
a steady flow succumbing
to a vital flow of a questionable future,
their wan smiles at the cheerfulness
of those who attend to them a reminder
that hope, however subtle,
still lives, their lives in the balance.
This morning, I completed the second of two sessions of chemotherapy – not of the sort you might expect. After numerous tests and procedures, my doctors have decided that iron infusion is the answer to the severe iron deficiency anemia I have been experiencing since late last summer. A bag of “rusty water” (my nurse referred to it as “chocolate water”) was blended with a bag of saline solution as it was pumped into my arm. Lab tests at three, nine, and twelve months will determine if/when I will need further treatment. Hopefully that’s years away.
The infusion took place at Missouri Cancer Associates. During my short time there I felt out of place as I sat beside patients with far more pressing needs than mine.