The lady in the bed opposite me since Monday also has Myeloma. Her diagnosis would be more expected given her age, though this fact is not important to my story. She has had no visitors. She has spent that last 24 hours lying on her side looking sad. I am not sure if it is wrong to say that looking at her makes me feel fortunate. She looks so alone. To be honest I have spoken to her and the conversation is not riveting. I tried to have a conversation about the disease and she has just given up the fight. Given up completely. There’s probably no need to set this background to her comment, but it’s probably the reason why I am sharing it with you….
Nurse: Any pain?
Patient: No. Only the pain in my heart [rolls back over to the foetal position in silence].
Did I mention that I love my friends and family?