God Bless the Cancer Survivors

As I'm sitting in the waiting room while my dad is having his treatment, I am struck by the many different folks here who are going through the same thing he is. They are all here for different reasons: the grandmother who relies on oxygen to breathe; the twenty-something man who needs a hand held device to speak. Rich, poor...cancer sure doesn't discriminate. Yet, they're here, with the hope that they can beat it. I can't get over how positive the atmosphere here is, also; you'd think that a cancer ward would be a bastion of desperation and despair. However, that's not the case. Here, there's no such thing as if they'll beat cancer, it's when. This makes my problems seem a little more...petty.