Tomorrow morning we go in for Rocky’s CT. It will take most of the day as those of you know who frequent hospitals. The sign-in can take forever during the morning rush of patients trying to get in early and save time but it never works. Those who come in late seem to be taken care of with the same under-whelming lack of organization.

All around the registration area are signs like, “How are we doing? Our patients come first. We want to serve you better. Have you had a good experience, registering?” There are always older women who have had years of facing people with too much paperwork to be done in the next five minutes. They don’t look up throughout the whole sign-in but keep their eyes focused on the paper-work talking far ahead of comprehension. They only look at you hurriedly as you sign your name and then glance at their watch. I assume they are in a contest to see how fast they can send you on to the next “wait.”

There are young women who range in eager to fake tones as you enter their domain for your test. It is there you find some of the necessary paperwork is missing and you must go back to the main desk when finished with your procedure. They are doing you a favor and you should look appreciative. We try.

I usually stay with Rocky through most of his treatments and testing but on occasion it isn’t possible so I sit with other family members in the waiting areas. It isn’t a pleasant wait. In the advent of cell-phones most people sit right next to you, across from you and behind you with bells and whistles, music and other exotic sounds going off and then the ensuing conversations for all to eavesdrop on. I have never heard one conversation worth listening to.

After what seems an eternity Rocky appears and we drop off paperwork at the front office and depart. Since most tests require no eating beforehand we usually head for a restaurant somewhere and get some food in him. Of course any information of the procedure will not be forthcoming. It is something to wait for and hope for. Tests from mid-week on are usually not returned until the following week so it is futile to expect much else.

When we know something I will post the results for I know our families, friends, and fellow bloggers are always anxiously waiting for good news. I trust it will be good news. With metastasized cancer the best news is that is has not spread and is not growing. That news buys more time so we can live like normal folks without the threat of cancer.

It is a silly idea, I know…..but it works for us………

Until next time,
Essentially Esther