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Dany
I walk into the hospital for my last day of chemo.
I made it.
I survived.
I hope that I’ve thrived.
I see Dave in a wheelchair by the window. He waves me over.
“Found me a kidney yet?” he asks.
I hold up my hands. “Nope. No kidney.”
He shrugs, “Oh well. Such is life. Where’s that friend of yours? The sweet woman that liked cats.”
“Matilda? She died.” I say.
“I’m sorry. I liked her. Sweet as a peach.”
I smile. “That she was.”
He looks over the parking lot. “I had a girl like her once. Best time of my life.”
I stand next to him and look at the cars all lined up in their parking spots.
“Maybe after you get your kidney, you can go and have another best time,” I say.
“You bet. I’ll go to New Zealand. I’ve always wanted to dive with the great whites there.”
Talk about li
