Chemo is a good thing

I'm backtracking a bit with updates from the past. 

I went to chemo today and met the most delightful gentleman, Mr. Mitchell, who's around 80 or so.  He came be-bopping into the treatment center singing jingle bells. He took a chair next to me and said, good morning beautiful, how are you. I told him I was just dandy and he grinned.  Mr. Mitchell has chemo once a week and transfusions 5 times a week, one week a month.  He says in the most positive way with a smile on his face, "You know, this chemo is a good thing.  Because without it, we'd be dead." So true, so upbeat, and so encouraging to see another soul battling cancer in a positive way.  We chatted for awhile and then he went back to singing Christmas carols.  What a shining star in a potentially gloomy atmosphere.