I walked into the chemo ward the other week to see my unwell friend, and couldn’t see her anywhere. Then, rounding a corner, I spotted this on the chair, and I knew I’d found her.
Because only my friend would have a bag as great as this. The bag was a gift from another friend of hers, and was given to her as a ‘chemo bag’: the perfect bag to house blankets, books, magazines, i-pods, candies, lunch, and any other essentials for those long trips to hospital. I’m ashamed to say that the bag and I in
Published on April 29, 2009 15:54