The "benefits" of working at a Cancer Research facility

Nothing wakes you up or gives you perspective like sharing an elevator ride with a 4 year old balding boy with a needle in his arm and his Dad holding what I presume to be his chemo bag.

Now what was it I was bitching, moaning, and feeling down about? I forgot.

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Munkee said…
Oh Lord God have mercy!

I tell you if I didn't have Basil, that would have never punched me in the face the way it did.

To those who say children are not a key element of our salvation, anathema!
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