The chemo part of treatment was the most difficult. I drove 45 minutes north of work every Friday to the clinic for treatment. T.G.I.F lost all meaning, it became more like N.A.I.F. (not another, it's Friday). In the beginning, the small clinic made me very sad. There were so many people there that I just could not help but cry as soon as I arrived. I am not sure if I felt worse for everyone there or for myself. Either way, it was heartbreaking every Friday afternoon. I would sit in the corner and quietly sob. This blonde lady, "S.", would slip tissues under my arm to help me conceal the fact that I was crying. Everyone knew I was but it seemed at the time to be our little secret. She always made time to sit with me and tell me stories of her life. She had some great stories! I feel I owe my emotional stability all to her. If it were not for her funny stories and opening up and sharing them with me then I am honestly not sure if I would have completed all the chemo. After awhile, I actually looked forwarded to seeing "S." and to spending a few hours with her every week. This journey never seemed to amaze me. With great people such as "S.", it actually was bearable, even somewhat enjoyable, if can you believe that. Thank you "S." for sharing your touching moments with me. You are an amazing, wonderful, funny and beautiful lady!

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