This all makes me think back to the “Sex and the City” episode where Carrie, Charlotte, and Miranda go with Samantha to chemo. It’s a hot summer day and they are all sitting there eating Popsicles, keeping Samantha company, and making the best out of an otherwise crappy situation.
I think it has to be just about one of my favorite episodes of the entire series.
However, it also profoundly saddens me.
Well, last week, when I had to go for my infusions, other than my immediate family members, no one was banging down my door, telling me that they were coming with me, no matter what I said to dissuade them.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m truly grateful to the people that were there for me. And I know that there were people who weren’t there, who were supporting me in other ways…
But what about all of the people that weren’t?
Do I not have good friends?
Am I a bad person?
Am I expecting too much from people?
And why does a show about sex and shopping have some many life lessons to teach us?