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“You doing okay?” I asked Thomas as I took the seat next to him.
Thomas was a newer patient in for his second infusion appointment. I hadn’t gotten to know him well yet, but he seemed like a nice enough guy.
He nodded. “About as good as can be expected.”
I smiled. “I know. It’s not easy. What would you be doing if you weren’t here? Aside from anything else.”
Thomas chuckled. He had a friendly smile. His hair was long, almost to his shoulders. It shined with softness. I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would last. I knew losing their hair was often the hardest part for the women, but men with longer hair said it changed them, too. That piece was when it felt real. When they couldn’t pretend any longer that everything was fine.
“Anything else is definitely a good answer. I would
