Yesterday I met with 7 or 8 other cancer patients. This was my second session. As we sat around the outside of the horshoe shaped table, each one of us took a turn to tell our story right up to the present. The moderator said you can start your story with " If you really knew me". It was very moving. We are all pulling for each other and yet I know, some of us will be gone soon, maybe within the year. I hope I'm wrong. I heard from people who have gone through ten times more than I have and still have much  more to endure. No one cried but there were some times when some had a tough time talking. I felt a kinship with each and many times they would be looking straight at me as they talked. I asked them questions and listened to what they had to say. Two of us found a way to inject humor into our stories and when it was over, I had seen everyone smile. I feel that everyone was helped and felt cared about. Now we go forward to face our next operation, chemo, or radiation treatment. Next month we will hear the next chapter of our respective lives.

                                                       Today I feel good.

                                                               Caring Person