Everyone is bringing flowers. I don’t have enough vases to put them in. Do they think I’m made of vases? How dare they make me responsible for not allowing another thing to die?
Sam Rose - writer, geek, music lover, cancer survivor, optimist, Buddhist.
Tag: story
It’s a radiotherapy machine you have to work yourself – yes, you, as the patient. There is a nurse standing next to me as I lie on the bed
part of the machine. And I mean bed in the loosest term possible – bed, as in something you lie on, not anything providing comfort.
IHadCancer.com Best Cancer Blog Award Winner 2016, Runner-up 2017
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