So the waiting room was rammed yesterday. Dozens upon dozens of people waiting for the blood test that is the key to the doctor's office. Each positioned in neat rows of quiet desperation. Each desperate to inch forward a little, not to waste whatever time it is that they have left. Nobody talks, nobody reads, nobody makes eye contact. The waiting room is a place where the middle distance holds countless gazes.
Luckily I know most of the people there and was thus whipped out around the back, weighed, blood pressure taken, blood counts measured and in to see the chubby handed doctor in the time it takes to learn how to spell 'Mississippi"
Sparkly of eye, pudgy of grip and in a brilliant white coat he descended, prodded, poked, gave me the all clear and mentioned 'same again in 3 months' and wa gone... less than 2 mins.
And there we go - still tumor free.
Hurrah
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