The chair where I sit...
I've sat in this chair 41 times since early September, when I started radiation treatment. I listen to music, sometimes pull out my laptop and do some work, read a book or magazine, sometimes nap. I get there around 7:15 - 7:30 in the morning, drink a big cup of water, and around 8 am they're ready to put me on the table for the 3 minute round of radiation.
The waiting room, which has about 25 chairs in it, is in the basement of the hospital, so there are no windows. It's clean and there are all sorts of cancer magazines on the tables; cheerful reading while you're waiting your turn.
I put some old copies of The New Yorker on the tables, as well as a couple of poetry collections; maybe somebody will pick one up and be taken away from the dreariness of this wait.
And I'm hoping some other soul will sit in my chair after I finish on Friday morning, and see some hope and cheer in the "message" I've left behind for them. You can do this and while you're doing it, make some art! Get out a Sharpie, and add to what I started.