I usually spend a few minutes each week checking and updating my VA appointment calendar in my phone – because I never want to miss an appointment or be late.
My job, since being diagnosed, is this: Be the perfect patient. Do what the doctors say. Don’t give anyone a reason to deny me a shot at a transplant. (Because it’s not a given, folks).
So, I was looking up this week’s appointments, and there it is – a list of the doctor visits, tests. etc. It’s been 4 months since I was released from the hospital, and there have been 70 trips (there & back) so far. Just over 200 hours on the road, not to mention the time spent waiting, procedures, etc. I never realized how much time it takes to have cancer. I don’t know how people with a 9 to 5 job cope. Very blessed to be able to work whenever. Very blessed indeed.
Laid very still for 2.5 hours Thursday morning for an MRI. That was a surreal experience. The equipment was in a tractor-trailer for some reason, but the inside looked like any hospital. The noises were startlingly loud and abruptly changed. Glad I’m okay with small spaces.
Thanks to my Army training (you know, where you’re forced to catch a nap in the back of a tracked vehicle while rolling through the desert), I was able to adapt and spent the time in a sort of altered consciousness. 🙂
Thanks for tuning in and keeping me in your prayers.
