I had an appointment for today at 2pm to consult with the oncologist…finally. It should have happened two weeks ago but they “lost my paperwork.” Today at 1:30 pm I received a phone call postponing the appointment until tomorrow morning. “Sorry for the last minute cancellation,” she said.
I asked about whether they were doing the markings and set up tomorrow too. “Oh no,” she said, “that will be sometime next week, if we can find a slot for you.”
“Oh and then I’ll begin the radiation?”
“Well no, then we’ll have to see when we can fit you in to begin sometime in the next month.”
I wondered why, and felt a little sorry for myself; sorry that obtaining treatment would take so long and be so vaguely planned.
Then I remembered.
I have a home, un-burnt and un-flooded. I have electricity and heat. I can do laundry and can drive where I want to go. I don’t have two hundred year old Black Oaks falling on my roof while I wait over a month for a tree company with a crane to come and cut them down. I have fresh food. I don’t have to worry about the temperature dropping outside and my pipes freezing. I have Medicare which will pay for all or most of my treatments, whenever they happen.
I’m a lucky woman.
It helps to keep the problems in perspective.
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