March SOL Challenge #27
We were together for almost 4 hours yesterday, but our memories of the same event are vastly different. Interesting how that can happen…….
“When are they going to call my name?”
“Mom, there are a lot of people in this waiting room. They all have to be called. I guess they’ll call us when it’s our turn. Hey! How about looking through this Boys’ Life magazine?!” I can’t believe it. This is the only magazine this stupid place has??? More than half of the people in this waiting room are over 65!!
“No thanks. You look through it for me.”
Throw that one back.
“Look! Rachel Ray is on the T.V.!”
“Oh, I don’t like her. Now, if it was the Barefoot Contessa, that would be great.”
Oh Lord, please call her name!
“Do I really have to take all my clothes off and put one one of those…….coats?”
“Yes. The Dr. can’t do a check of your skin if he can’t see it.” Darn it! Why didn’t I warn her about this before she dressed this morning so she could leave off her bra???
“Well then I should have left off my bra!” Yep, saw that coming.
“It’s OK, mom. Maybe he’ll let you keep it on (your bra).”
“When are they going to call my name??!!”
Receptionist: “Jill Cahill!”
We get into the Dr.’s waiting room……for more waiting.
“We should just go. There’s nothing he’s going to see, anyway.” Foot starts tapping, eyes look crazed. (That was me.)
“Well, you’re undressed and in your coat/gown now. Let’s just stay and see what the Dr. says. I hear his voice outside in the hall! think he’s coming……no, he’s going to the patient across from us.” Why? Why can’t he just come to our room? Doesn’t he know I have a near runaway on my hands???
A total of 43 minutes has passed since we made our fourth trip around the parking lot looking for a handicapped spot, or at least a closer one to the door, and my mom said “Oh, let’s just forget it and go,” to the moment we (irreversibly) made it to the Dr.’s waiting room. Yep. That’s the Dr. finally walking through the door. He’s with us for 13 minutes. More than his usual amount of time, I suspect.
The Dr. said, “Yes, those spots look like the beginnings of cancer. How old are you again?”
“Oh, then I wouldn’t worry about it. It’s slow-growing and, at your age, If it’s not bothering you it’s not a big deal to just leave it.” What? I never thought I’d hear those words in the same sentence…..It’s cancer and I wouldn’t worry about it. Is this what we have to look forward to later in life? The older we get cancer just doesn’t even matter???? OK – let’s get lunch!
We sat in my front seat eating our cheeseburgers looking at the robins as they frolicked in the grass. The cars were driving up and down Harlem Ave. and we talked and watched. The mood was lighter as my mom was relieved to be out of that office. We drove home and then I went back out to run my own errands.
Later that night, I listened to a phone message my mom left. She said, and I quote, “Carrie. I just wanted to tell you what a great day we had today.” It was really, really fun. Thank You!!”
Like I said, same experience – vastly different perspectives!