For the woman who died in June in the room next to mine.
Sometime on the 1th of June, in the middle of my fourth week of chemo, I was in my room in the hospital focussing on not vomiting and I picked up quite a bit of movement in the hallway. Doctors, nurses, regular people.
I asked one of the nurses as she was checking up on me and she mentioned you and that things weren’t looking too good.
I saw a lot of your family members waiting outside of the room next to mine, where you were. Through the wall I heard people praying and singing to you for hours. I dozed off and abruptly awoke to rushed footsteps from nurses and doctors. The prayers and songs had turned to tears.
I know nothing about you and I’ll never get to know you but I still think about you a lot.