Purgatory

I took a seat several years ago in Purgatory. Its what I call the gloomy cancer treatment room down in the hospital basement. One in three of us will eventually take a seat here waiting. I feel it is a transportation hub like an airport: one departure is either happily going back to life, the other to death. Beside me today a young girl head in hands was crying. Crying is not so unusual as many do here . She was young and pretty maybe 25 wearing the tell tale breast cancer treatment hospital gown over her jeans and she had no hair. People walked by, nurses doctors all busy like cars just driving by the poor hurt animals I see on the roads. I asked if she was ok or if she wanted to talk or make a puzzle with me. She looked up surprised with her strikingly beautiful green eyes and she even pulled together a little smile. "Thank you. I have been coming here for 4 months for radiation and chemotherapy and today is my last day". They were tears of joy. She made me cry tears of joy with her, because today, for this beautiful young woman, the stairs out of purgatory opened up and she was returning to life. A stronger and more beautiful person that she ever was before or ever imagined she could be..