The unique smell that you can only find in cold sterilized buildings had become too familiar to her, instantly reminding her of the taste of iodine and chemotherapy her eyes swelled up with tears, she was having a weak moment. At 24 years of age she had been diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma and her Oncologist broke the news to her by saying it was the most curable type of cancers out there. She had been walking down this same isle everyday for the last couple of months, but today she just didn't feel like being strong. She thought of the nurse that had told her just a few months back while giving birth to now her 7 month old daughter, "honey don't worry all mothers leave their dignity in the hospital!" referring to her shyness in having to allow the head nurse to check how close to giving birth she was.
Radiation consisted of her laying on her back completely still and naked from the waste up while the platform she lay on swayed her according to the specifications the Radiologist had entered. She was so sick of it, the mere smell of the gown made her want to throw up. She was so exhausted of working full time and caring for 3 children, but she was most tired of pretending to be strong. Don't cry she told herself... Don't start because if you start you won't be able to stop.
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