First Treatment

8/1/07

We walk into the lobby of the infusion center and it is very pretty. There is a string quartet playing as patients enter and leave the treatment center. A man is talking to another man. He compares it to the string quartets playing at the Nazi prison camps as the trains unloaded. That chills me.

A man is seated in the lobby. He has no hair whatsoever on his head, face, eyebrows or arms. His sons who are young sit with him. That has to scare the shit out of them.

"How was your day?" "Great, I watched dad get chemo, it made him sick and nearly killed him and there were all these people there who looked like skeletons. I can't wait to go again!"

The horrors we visit on our children.

More later.