Is it too little too late?

Today was a good day. Got up, made breakfast, ate, watched the news, and took my meds. I started the day without a hitch. When it was time for my chemo meds, I took them. You have to take them an hour before radiation treatment. I got ready and headed to the treatment center. It is nice being able to ride in my Jeep. I miss driving, as you know. I am hopeful to drive soon. My vision is much better these days. I need to start wearing my glasses again. I can see great with my sunglasses going to radiation.

We arrived; it’s only a 12-15 minute drive from the house to the hospital where the radiation center is. Upon arrival, the receptionist explained what happened yesterday with me being passed over in the hall. Apparently, someone instructed us to wait on the first floor, and the medical assistant would call us up for blood work. This did not happen. We were told to head up to the second floor and wait there, and someone would come get us. Okay, no big deal—a communication breakdown. Yesterday, a floor manager and an assistant came to speak to me regarding the long wait. They were adamant about us being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I don’t think so. They told us to head up to the second floor. I understand the confusion. It was a madhouse. They were just doing their jobs, and there was a breakdown. I mean, there was a fire, and they were just trying to work through the madness.

All apologies. The entire staff I encountered today was apologetic regarding the long wait. I’m an easy-going type of guy. Little things like this don’t bother me. I was just tired of waiting in the hall for such a long time. My mother was with me. She took a couple of pictures of me sleeping in the hall waiting for the phlebotomist to bring me back.

Today’s treatment was easy. They took me right back and got the zapping started. About 9 minutes of radiation, and I was on my way back home. They were supposed to have me on a Zoom call with my Radiation Oncologist, Dr. PG, but that email for the Zoom never came through. As I was climbing up in the Gladiator, Rooster (my Jeep’s name), the receptionist came out to talk to us. She said to watch for an email today regarding the Zoom call. That never came. I checked most of the morning until a nurse called a few hours later and asked if I had any questions for the doctor. I did not have any, and she said she would tell the doctor no questions. I have another appointment regularly scheduled for tomorrow. Saturday will be the makeup day for the missed appointment on Monday due to the fire at the hospital.

Thank you for stopping by!
~Bruce