We’re at the Cancer Treatment Centers of America with my mom. Many of the people in the dining room wear scarves that frame faces that seem rounder than most. Humbled by disease, either as the sufferer, caregiver, or staff, there are no strangers.
A nod and a smile are given every time folks pass in the hall way or between tables. Too many sad eyes, but more sincere, friendly interactions than just about anywhere else.
Day 12