Day 1 of Cycle II

As I sat in the waiting room of the Clinic, I people-watched.  It's easy to tell the patients from their "care-givers", the spouses, the brothers, the sisters, the friends, etc.  The cancer patients silently shout their illness in public.  Many sport such a pale, gray-greenish countenance.  Others are even more evident by their "pates"--the thinning hair or the "Bald-Dos", all collateral damage from the chemo. Pink is the accent color of the Clinic.   A few wear face masks, I suppose, to ward off infections because of their low white blood cells.  The majority carry some type of backpack or bag containing odds 'n ends to wile away the long hours of chemo treatment.  Generally, all carry a resigned expression, not necessarily one of hopelessness, but more of acceptance of their fate in life.  We look at each other and inwardly pray that our situation is better than their's appears to be.  We all are taking it one day at a time...