@RHughesPhD76721 Apparently she feels superior in writing, but I canโt imagine her being callous enough to send a message like that!! Please wrap yourself in all of our love and care for you. ๐ค๐ซI sincerely hope you got an apology from her.
There is an absolute in the cancer community. I remember my first appointment with Dr Jared after the rehabilitation from an extended hospital sequester from brain surgery that produced further harm as opposed to alleviating the obstacle of hindrance.
I remember that day. I had a thousand questions but once I stepped inside his office I could not remember one of them because suddenly the only thing mattered was whatever he was going to say.
There was an ashen woman two chairs over to my left sitting by herself. In a far corner was a man about 70 years old with a woman I assume was his wife a few years younger. There was a woman about 40 who had her arms and her lap but couldn't keep her hands still. They would shake or she would twist them or she would twiddle her thumbs. I don't know if she was there to get results from a biopsy or treatment. There were a host of other possibilities for her presence in the waiting room. And then there was a 23 year old or possibly 25 at the most but a young guy sitting in the seat closest to the door. He had a book in his lap but it wasn't open.
No one was talking. And because of fear you couldn't even hear the silence. You could only hear a symphony of a chello and violin playing the song, โWhat If." I remember wondering how many were there to see Jared or another one of the doctors down the hall. Was the young man a cancer patient or was he a medical intern? Of the married couple, which one was the caretaker and the other the patient? It dawned on me that not only did I know nothing of the medical records that were secretly guarded just a few hundred feet away on the other side of the wall but these good people also knew nothing of me. I wonder if the woman to my left was going through chemo. I couldn't tell if her hair was falling out or coming back. I wonder what the financial strain was for the married couple and how are their kids and how are they coping with whoever is the one muscling the wheelbarrow carting the heavily enhanced awareness of mortality? The young man with the book made me think of some of my students who suddenly turned for the worse academically when someone in their life turned for the worst from cancer. I didn't know their stories. Nor did I ask. Suddenly the nurse called my name and told me to follow her down the hall. She told me to stand on the scale so she could record my weight as if that would change the outcome of my life. And then I waited on Jared. But this waiting was different. I was sitting there alone. When I was with the unknown stories at least I knew I was sitting with people of Hope. Otherwise why would we be there?
@RHughesPhD76721 Russell is truly a โbest friend โ! I bet if you looked up the definition of it there would have a picture of the two of you (with a cameo of Brenda in the middle watching over you both)๐๐ Those cookies look yummy ๐ ๐๐