Weathering through the cancer treatment procedures at the hospitals, translated…
I’d gone back to the hospital for my regular follow-up after cancer, I’d always felt, that once every one to two months was, more frequent than I’d liked, but two years ago, the doctor found that my cancer had, metastasized, I’d no longer thought like that anymore, because there’s no being lucky in cancer.
After I’d paid for my fees, I’d needed to, get my blood vessels flushed, I’d known the way, and rushed to the chemo room, and, perhaps it’s because of the noon hours, there are, more people than ever, a middle aged man who was standing outside the room, kept looking inward, I’d thought he was a family member, but I saw the slips from the hospital, I’d asked, “Are you, getting your blood vessels flushed as well?”, he’d, nodded, shyly, because he was there before I was, I’d told him, “you will be next, and I’ll be, right behind you.”
It was, his turn then, he’d become flustered, and asked me, “do I need to, lift up my shirt?”, the nurses heard that his artificial vein was underneath his clavicles, she’d replied, “It’s fine either way”. Perhaps it was because of how nervous he was, he’d not minded that it was pouring down outside, or that the air conditioning was on full-blast in the hospitals, he’d taken off his polo shirt, and “bravely”, gotten his artificial blood vessels cleaned out.
After he’d put his shirt on, as I was about to sit down, I’d patted him on the shoulders, smiled and asked, “your first time?”, he’d replied shyly, “Yeah.”, recalling how back when I was diagnosed with cancer, I’d cried my eyes out, now, it’d been seven years, and I’m still, living well, and I’d, thought for a short bit, said to him, “Congrats, you’re, reborn now!”
He’d smiled at me, as I walked out of the treatment room, toward the pharmacy, to get my meds. As I was about to leave after I’d gotten my meds, I’d found he was, right behind me, waiting to get his meds. He’d asked me, how I was able to go through the processes so swiftly, I’d replied, “I’m a senior patient already, entering the hospital, is like going into my own kitchen!”, I’d waved goodbye to him, without saying the words “goodbye”, everybody needed to, take advantage of this second chance in life, for oneself, and one’s own families, work hard, to survive!
So, this, is the ins and outs of the hospital, and, the man, apparently, had never had the treatment procedures, and so, naturally he was, a bit scared, but, this woman who was there, she’d helped him passed through his first time, alleviating his stresses, the helping hand, from a stranger…
Life, the Obstacle Course 