This was my first day in adult chemo. The space seemed massive compared to the TYA treatment centre, with about thirty spaces for patients, as opposed to eight. Many people still brought family or friends, so it was crowded - but the nurses moved at a slower and more leisurely pace, and the overall atmosphere was one of tired resignation.
There were always long delays for one reason or another. But unlike the teens, who passed the time with ping pong, snacking and wandering around trying to find out what was causing the delay, the adults mostly read the newspaper or talked quietly and sedately to one another.
I wouldn't call it patience... more like hopeless apathy to be honest. After a while you realise there's nothing you can do to make other people move faster, so you just give up and bury yourself in a book instead.