Plushness

The week has been different. Went with Grandma to Hussein M Jumaa Cancer hospital to meet with her doctors. The experience you get there is truely amazing. Old man wailing, in a stretcher, was at the main door that is also the ER door; old woman with dayram lips (traditional, natural, semi-permanent, burgandy lip color) in a wheel chair with her girls pushing her; children running around oblivious to what they have; teenagers in sun hats; forty something handsome athlete in his tennis shoes and baseball cap- alone; and thirty-something old aquaintance of mine in a chic headscarf. Being the only cancer hospital in Kuwait, it felt like i am seeing a picture of what a grave yard would look like, that is, like death, cancer is non-descriminatory.

The staff see this and feel this everyday, and are truely perhaps the most helpful and the most patient i have ever encountered. From the porter at the door to the head of the hospital. God bless them all.