Spent an interesting hour this morning. Out the door at 7:00 to get my wife to chemo. Still dark, with a bright moon high in the sky.

For the first time, my wife asked me to come in with her for the infusion. New med. It was expected to be rough. Thankfully it wasn't. What was rough was the conversation in the cubicle next to us.

White trash. Older woman, bringing he 30-something son in for infusion. I has to listen to my wife's nurse/tech discuss politics with them.

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