Humility

I promise this blog will not be all cancer all the time but...I learned major humility today. 

I spent 5 hours today in a major urban hospital's dialysis room.

I was the healthiest person in the room.  I could walk.  I could talk and joke, as the main RN assisted by a seemingly Rube Goldberg machine took my blood out, grabbed a few white cells and put my blood back in to me...6 times.  All for a research study I've been recently accepted to.


 No pain and at the end RN Dialysis "D"  held up a bag that measured by the days of yore's [1976] measurements about three fingers and proclaimed "it gold".  Fortunately, no stems.

I asked RN Dialysis "D", because for five hours we all listened to a screaming moaning patient and RN Dialysis "D  couldn't go to lunch as he was the only one that could run my machine, how RN Dialysis "D did it? 

His reply...."Working here I never feel sorry for myself..ever."  I got that.


I've been humbled by when I find myself in the Chemo room.  People in the Chemo room are fighting to get well. 

I am further humbled in the Dialysis room.  People there are hanging onto their lives. 


Humility.  Me.  Who knew?

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