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My first treatment

Author: Nancii Agosto
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-17 21:57:26

I make it to the oncology floor at the hospital.

The first thing I notice is this overwhelming appearance of hope. The entry area is decorated with the essence of life. Photos of flowers, calming colors and some plants in planters line the wall and lead towards a desk where I can already see the receptionist smiling at me. I walk over to her slowly as I look around. I almost expected a dreary appearance to this place. I mean, the people who come here are pretty much trying not to die or expire for better words. Yet this place was decorated to look peaceful, lively and friendly.

I slowly reach the receptionist although I thought about turning around and making a bolt for the elevator.

“Cassandra Richardson, I’m here for my consultation”. I say in a hushed voice as if the tumor in head could be a secret.

“Welcome Cassandra, the doctor will be right with you if you’d like to have a seat”. She was cheery. In a place of people trying to change their fate, people who were dying and
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