At the hospital where my husband was being treated for cancer, Chemotherapy was administered in a communal room.There were several armchairs for patients, and some regular chairs for family members. The whole process took several hours, and we had to somehow pass the time. So, with everyone around, it became an opportunity to talk, a kind of spontaneous support group.
One Friday we were only four in the room: my husband and I, another middle-aged man, like us, and a young woman. We started talking, and she told us about her life and her illness. It transpired that she recently had got married and had a small baby.
Suddenly the man, who sat with us, blurted, “ It is so unfair that you are sick, you are so young, and have a baby."
Please keep reading in the Times Of Israel
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/not-every-death-is-the-end-of-a-well-lived-life/
