Someone I met today was on quite the shopping spree.

She came in and asked me about Xbox and what someone should get for it. It seemed really strange that she was telling me to pick out everything.

I asked who it was for, and she said it was for her son.

"What's the occasion?"
"I have cancer. My son is only 25, and he's driving me to the hospital, sitting with me through chemo. He's young, he doesn't have to do that, but he's so good."

Alrighty then. I helped her pick all the best stuff, since she didn't want to spare any expense on him. After getting her to pay, I assisted her to her car.

"Thank you for bringing it for me. I also have MS, which caused me to end my career in nursing. It's also when I started finding out more about my body, and just a lot of things aren't working. It's when I got the cancer, and it's really just difficult."

We chatted a little bit, and then parted ways. I looked her up on facebook later, and I felt bad. Her pictures showed a woman who was vibrant and lovely. The woman I met was just... a pale ghost of that. I could only imagine how painful that is; watching your own deterioration and knowing what's next.