i thought of going out, but the heavy rain and late lunch made me feel lazy. so i thought of curling up in bed with one of my library books. it’s due nxt Sun so i might as well finish reading it. i came across this passage, written in the diary of one of the characters in the book.
“Melinda endured months of chemo, but now it seems that those months were for nothing. Her disease has returned, and this time her doctors don’t act enthusiastic about her recovery. I’m smarter now. Before, I accepted all they said with a child’s innocence. Now I know that medicine does not have all the answers. I know that doctors are not gods and that victims aren’t just statistics.
Her doctors don’t always look me in the eye when we talk. I think it’s because they’ve thrown everything they have in their arsenal of drugs and potions at Melinda, and they’ve come to discover that her cancer is still stronger than their chemical weapons.
Lenny and I feel helpless. We watch her go through the same courses of drugs again. They didn’t work before. Why should they work now?”
i don’t know what i want to say abt this, but it just touches me somehow, like i kinda identify with it, but yet not totally either.