I can clearly see a man trying to hold it together, appear tough, not cry.
His face is as red as his sweater.
Constantly checking the progress of the drip.
Shifting his feet back and forth in discomfort.
Another older lady, looks like we’d probably stand outside and smoke together in another life; taking it like a G.
My mom in front of me; 4 days post treatment passed out from the pain it caused; the dehydration from not being able to keep down anything. The impending bone marrow treatment awaiting her. Who knows the complications that will come from that; the last two times the send her into the hospital for a few days. All of these people here for the same thing. Cancer.
I tend to pool them all into a montage of old sick people in a dim room passing around blunts until the pain goes away.