The Propofol looked like milk snaking its was through Donna's "tubey" into her port. Within seconds, I would watch her nod off as I whispered into her ear, "Never forget that you're amazing."
Most of the other guests at Jill's House were older men receiving proton for their prostate cancer. These folks quickly became like extra grandparents to Donna and Mary Tyler Son. There was always a set of arms wanting to hold and moon over the baby. It was a Brigadoon in Cancerville.