Above the doors of the Dixon Center at the VG Hospital, it says "NS Cancer Clinic". Every time I see that description I am snapped out of denial and into the world if reality. As I walk through these special doors, I realize I am dealing with "something" that is not to be fooled around with. The people that are there are just like me and are fighting their own monsters and dealing with their own new fears. They are scared just like me. I can see this fear in people's faces and eyes and I am sure they can see the same in my eyes.
There were all types there and some showed signs of the radiation treatments. One person looked like she had a very bad sunburn around her neck. It sure didn't look very comfortable.
I was glad "A" came with me this morning. She had a chance to look at the big "microwave oven" that I have to lie in. It sounds worse than it really is. So far there have been no side effects but the good ladies who operate the machine told us, I can expect these in a while.
Back to the sign above the door; back to reality. Cancer is cancer and it is the most feared "c" word in the english language. I wanted to acknowledge the feeling I get when I talk to the radiation technicians, the adminstration staff and health professionals I have seen so far. I am not sure where and how the Capital Health District finds these personality types but they are in the right profession. Their empathy is wonderful. Everyone I have met so far has made me feel I am special and human. They are not scared to touch me because I have the feared "c" word; the monster. They almost care too much. So far, they make the treatments seem normal. That is a hard thing to do. To my new friends at the Nova Scotia Cancer Clinic, I just want to say thanks ... you are live savers!
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