Writings of Constance Ore ( 1937 – 2010 )

Today we drove in to Lincoln to the doctor’s office where we would hear the entire diagnosis and treatment plan. When we walked into the waiting room, it was filled with people, most of whom were very white and slumped in various postures of weariness. Some of the women had on caps, and others didn’t have hair. I checked in and thought about how I now joined a new community of people. After another blood draw, the doctor visited with us for almost an hour. Here we heard the words “cancer” and “chemotherapy” and knew they applied to the present condition.