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The receptionist at the chemotherapy unit wore a multi-coloured blouse with a name tag—Michelle.
“Good morning Esther. I believe this is your first time,” Michelle said. “Have you read the pamphlets you were given?”
“Yes, thank you.” How would she get through today? There was sure to be lots of hanging around. The last thing she wanted to do was dwell on the fact that she should have been getting married nine days from now. “What do I do now?”
“This first time a volunteer will take you around to familiarise you with the set up. Next time, you’ll come here first and register for the day, then take yourself to wait at the blood clinic.” Michelle gestured towards those sitting around. “As you can see, there’s plenty of waiting so I suggest you bring your own reading or something to occ
