A couple of weeks ago, a fellow patient at the clinic died. She was 66. I last saw her on a Friday. We always spoke, "hello", little wave, "how are you", etc. She had to go to the hospital over the weekend, and then she died on Monday. Her chair was empty when I arrived Monday, but I didn't think too much of it. We had yet another schedule change, so I thought maybe she left before I got there. However, later in the afternoon, the looks and whispers started between the staff. I knew something was up, so I asked. I wonder if they would have told me if I hadn't noticed. Would I have just thought she was going in the mornings now?
I wonder how her husband is coping. He brought her to treatments, and I spoke with him actually more than her. He's a friendly guy, always teasing me about stuff. I know his heart is broken.
There's an obvious loss. Not only an empty chair, but the loss of two friendly faces in a place where you need all of the smiles and laughter you can get.