Kids and cancer

I know in the last post I said I wasn't scared of cancer patients. I'm still not. But today was sad indeed. I went to a radiotherapy clinic and saw 5 children with cancer one after the other. I normally talk in clinic, to patients and doctor alike, asking questions, getting involved and so forth. Today, however, I sat in the corner very quiet, feeling a whole range of emotions for the children, their parents and about the random events that change people's lives so much.

I thought too about my cousin, who committed suicide 2 weeks ago. He was a lovely lovely man who felt he had nothing to live for. It's hard not to contrast that knowledge with those children fighting so hard to live.

It was a strange morning indeed.