Radiation Waiting Room

Radiation lobby, filled with unspoken sense. I see a community of fighters and partners. The partners are the curious who know. They sit using books as blinders, or sitting watching others. They are family waiting. The fighters are strugglers, arriving with smiles or stone faces. They are: slow walkers fast walkers chair riders cane holders, or with chemo caps, or cancer wigs. Travelers funneling through a journey of hope. Given by greeters and nurses. Cancers lessen by treatment with radium and cobalt sessions. And then a bell rings, for someone,  radiation is ending. Now there is a light around you, and you are free. Still, we think of new others, a cycle continues with new faces same faces, until cancer fades, with no traces.