My dad had a good idea to see if he could get permission to leave the floor since he won't be able to in a couple of days when his blood counts crash. Incredulously, they let him go outside, too. Here he is under a magnificent blooming Mexican plum. It does two souls a wonder to be out looking at plants together.
I have beautifully bitter sweet memories of eating my dinners while my brother had late nights of chemo. The smell of food made him nauseous so I'd go outside into the gardens of mdacc for a brief respite.