When I talk with people, initiate the conversation via some made up nonsense such as ‘Do you know where the loo is, or where the tea bags are, or Is this Radiotherapy treatment room E?’ Even though I have all the answers anyroad, there’s a sort of lock and load thing that happens, eye contact, a connection. I do this wherever I go, for myself, for my own elevation from isolation……(I can sense too many ‘tions arising here) but, also because my biggest love is of people, all people, any people and everywhere or anywhere. I know about isolation, or the feeling of it, the cut and hollow and dark of it, and not because I am alone, but because I know how it feels to be lonely. I used to think it was just me, that everyone else in their colourful clothing, their smart car, the pretty picture they painted as a completely happy couple, family, friendship et lala, meant that I was the weirdo who just fell short of the mark. I know differently now, now that I talk to people anywhere and everywhere. Not one of us lives the dream we dreamed, or very few.

In Waiting room E for Radiotherapy, I find astonishment at a cancer diagnosis. This person went for an ordinary eye test, another for a check up for a persistent sore throat, yet another for a cough, a sore back, a limpy leg. Not one of us could catch the cancer word and bring it in to ourselves. Some are still reeling, the process of such an acceptance, a long one. But each person can still chuckle, can still be who they were before and with a story. Both in the waiting room and in the Maggie’s centre, I have learned about others lives, and these connections, this eye contact, this sharing, has lifted us both, in each encounter.

We all walk in isolation, at times in our lives. I remember doing just that when my husband was alive. What is important, is to find someone who is on the same path at the same time. Of course, paths divide and one goes this way and the other, that, but just for a moment in time, we can meet and say, without words, hallo. I see you, and you see me, and isolation just became connection.

But first, we must brave up and talk.