Apr 16, 2012 - 9:09 am
I was heading into the hospital for chemo last Wednesday, and in this part of the hospital the elevator only goes down a floor, or up to the 2nd floor, where there the cancer center is. So, I hop on the elevator with all the excitement of a kid with a plate full of cooked spinach in front of him. There were 3 people on the elevator already and one asked "do you want to go to the 2nd floor?" And I said, "no, not really," with a grin on my face. These folks looked about as excited as I was, and it cracked them all up. It was just a light moment in the midst of much heavier emotions and it's always good to laugh.