Sat in the radiotherapy centre at St James Hospital I was bored. And a bit fidgety. I’m not enjoying being made to wait. I’m frustrated at being ready for this treatment so soon and don’t like it.
Then I heard a ripple of applause go around the waiting room. And realised that it was in response to a bell ringing. A few minutes later I heard it again. Same audience response, the polite clap. And then, just for a moment, it must have been dusty in there. A tear fell from my good eye. A realisation that the bell probably indicated the all clear from cancer.
And while obviously happy for anybody getting such good news, I have to admit that it was a tear of sadness, possibly even jealousy. I won’t get to ring that bell. Not that my iffy heating could work out where it was in the waiting area.
I don’t want to wallow in self pity. Life is too short for that. But great news for others didn’t make me feel good for myself.