Banter

While I was never particularly one for friendly banter while I was going through chemotherapy, I did have occasional chats with other patients – in the chemotherapy suite (how so welcoming ‘suite’ sounds but how so incongruous) and in the clinic while waiting to give blood. I realise now that I was too tired and often too miserable to really want to talk to anyone at the time. After a brief chat with a gentleman recently, though, while waiting for a blood test, I realise, on the one hand, how much I miss those chats that I did have, however occasional they may have been, while, on the other hand, just how relieved I am that I no longer have those opportunities.