A couple years back, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. It was terminal, but chemotherapy was recommended for pain and maybe a few more months of life. I took mother to her treatments twice a week. My first thought when I saw this place was, “What a gloomy place.” Most of the patients didn’t look like they had long to live. But as time passed and I began to notice the interaction of those patients between each other, I was really surprised. I would see these people giving encouragement to one another. This was something to behold – a terminally ill patient giving hope to another patient. One patient was particularly giving and then stopped coming. I assumed he got better and didn’t need the treatment anymore. The next day I found out he had died. This hit me hard. He was always so happy and encouraging to others. It finally hit me. He was actually feeding off others.

Doug
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