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Esther arrived for her third round of chemo in better spirits. A long letter and a huge bunch of flowers had arrived from Nick last night. He might not talk about cancer, but he was generous in the gift-giving department. And this morning she’d prayed she’d not only be alert to opportunities to share her faith, but have the wisdom to know how.
Rob Boyle was in the pathology area.
“This is a surprise,” Esther said, “I thought our treatment times would be out of sync by now.”
He scowled. “The last few weeks have been a shocker. My white cells were low, then I had endless dental trips because of an infection. Just as that was sorted out, my wife got the flu and I had to leave the house to guard against getting it too. I’ve stayed with my mother and she’s a curmudgeon.”
“Doesn’t sound
