The cancer clinic is a place where courage is in abundance. There is one area in the clinic where courage is a part of every patient. That is the infusion area. It’s where the chemotherapy is administered.
On most of the days when I was going to get my chemotherapy I would see a certain woman. We never had the same nurse and that means we never sat next to each other. I never knew her name. Also, in the infusion area there wasn’t much talking. It could be eerily quiet.
But I would always nod at her and she would nod back. That was our way of saying hello. Her eyes were sunken and she looked frail. I believe that she was further along in her treatment then I was.
I could see in her eyes that she was exhausted mentally and physically. But, I could see there was a sparkle in her eyes. I believe that she was letting me know that she was a warrior and she would survive.
I also saw that she would not fight today. She left her weapons at home because she was too tired to fight. She would rest. I saw tears and my heart and soul cried with her. It takes courage, faith, hope, love, hate and much more to go through chemotherapy.
One morning I got ready to go for my chemotherapy. I looked in the mirror and she was staring at me. The same sunken eyes. The same exhaustion mentally and physically. Then, I saw the same sparkle in my eyes. I also saw that I am a warrior and I will survive.
Today my weapons are by my bed and I will not fight. Today is a day of rest. This is the courage of a warrior.