And so, without prior warning, the first day of Arthur's treatment arrived. I found the will and joy he radiated extraordinary when receiving the first chemotherapy. It was an IV bag, with many medical instructions written on it regarding the handling of the medication that I didn't understand. That bag was connected to a pump responsible for administering it, which took three hours to administer.
—Does it bother you?— Arthur asked me, looking at me from the sofa where he was sitting. I thought he had chosen the right clinic to have the comfort he needed in that situation, as the room we were in was quite cozy. There was a light lavender scent that perfumed the place. The sofas, blue in color, where the patients were placed, were, as Arthur mentioned, quite comfortable. Additionally, we h
