Friday, 13 January 2012

In memory of Til

Well it wasn't cancer, but gone at 49.  He lived his own way, always.  I have great memories and some wonderful friends from the formative years we spent together.  The green Escort van etched forever.  Life is really a washing machine currently.....so many things going on I hardly know where to start.  The full moon this week has been a doozy.  I am at the mercy of the medical profession and wait with baited breath for colonoscopy and PET scan dates.  You know it's only been three days, why would that be a problem?  I have cancer you idiots, ring me as SOON as you get the fax.  You are NOT that busy, even if  it is just to say "we have the request".  The waiting is worse than the news, either way.
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  1. Carole14 January 2012 at 07:46

    Hi Juanita,

    I SO relate to the part of your post where you mention the waiting for medical tests/dates etc...it is SO frustrating and yes, we have cancer, we don't have bloody time to hang around waiting!

    I actually asked to be 'fast tracked' the other day (something I've *never* done before) because the queue for bloods was over 2 hrs long and sitting for that length of time is impossible for me now...the reply was an extremely bored sigh whilst she looked at her fingernails and then she looked away and said 'No'...
    Nice and compassionate some people eh - along with the others that keep us waiting for dates for tests!

    Great blog btw, I'll be reading regularly now I've found you :)

    xXx

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    1. Juanita14 January 2012 at 15:44

      Hi Carole, I am so touched that you have taken the time to comment. It has taken me hours to get unemotional enough to type a sensible thank you. You are so brave, and that is the only word I can come up with just now, it does not convey nearly enough. The fact is the bored sigh and attitude you received is exactly my experience three times this week. Oncologist on Tues, GP on Friday and old bag at Endoscopy Ward on Fri. What the hell do we have to do? I would proudly wear a big red C pinned to my shirt if it was going to get me the gold card treatment I (you) (every other mets patient) deserves. Get me to the front of the friggin' cue and be nice about it. I bet every one of Steve Jobs appointments were like a red carpet event, may he rest is peace. Love to you xx Juanita

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