So it happened like this: a few weeks ago, my oncologist’s office called and rescheduled (via the message machine) my regular appointment for yesterday at 4:00. So I show up then. And they couldn’t really find me…
I wasn’t scheduled with my usual oncologist, and my regular one doesn’t come in on Tuesdays at that office. Turns out that they’re switching their records over to a new system, and I hadn’t been transferred properly.
They took my birthdate several times, and dug through the real paper files, and found me. So I am to show up today after lunch.
I told the woman who was helping me recover my medical identity, “I wish that it had turned out that these past 2 years hadn’t happened, and I really didn’t have cancer.”
“Yeah!” she answered, with a victory fist in the air.
But, I am pretty sure that those years and the disease happened. It was nice, though, being cancer-free for five minutes or so.
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