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As a follow-up to that, here's another article by the same woman, about things NOT to say to a cancer patient. I heard many of those things. I hated the way people looked at me with that look that silently asked, "Do you think you're going to die?" And I hated when people told me about other people they knew who had cancer. And I was very hurt by people who stopped talking to me because they didn't know what to say or because it caused them to be afraid for themselves.
I liked it when people laughed with me about something unrelated to cancer, or something funny that happened during treatment. I liked when they brought me a couple tea bags or a sandwich and sat with me for 20 minutes. I liked cards with little notes. I liked when people offered me rides, because I didn't feel well enough to drive on some days. It was the simple acts of kindness that let me know I mattered, which meant the most to me.