They’ve been eventful and stressful and tense. Albeit, if I’m being completely honest, there have also been little comforting sparks of joy that have helped in keeping my mental balance to a certain degree. Sitting at my desk, wrapping up a presentation Josh asked me to put together, I smile at the thought of the last time Ian and I had joined Iris for her chemo. It was a day before Ian was supposed to leave again after a short visit. Given his great fondness for Iris, he insisted on tagging along. Sucking on popsicles, taking Cosmo love and relationship quizzes together, we could hardly contain our spurts of laughter. By the fourth question, two more patients joined our little hoopla. When three more ladies showed interest in taking part, I had to run to the nearest convenience store to get some more popsicles. We took turns answering the questions, each one of us spicing up our answers for the sake of women comradery and amusement. There was a moment of collective feminine, and one Ian, swooning, when Owen, Iris’s doctor boyfriend, came to say hi.
