How Blessed I am...

I had treatment yesterday. I go to a medical facility that is in my Doctors office to get these treatments. It is not an especially lovely plush room. I would say the room is about 40'X 150'. There are recliners around 3 sides of the room with a TV like table between each one of them,. Some of the recliners have power buttons that let you recline and some of them have the handles you pull up. At one point I used to always choose a power chair because I could not pull up the side arm but for the last year plus I have made sure I choose a manual one and save the power ones for the people who need it. There are so many people who really need the power ones.

The first time I went there I hated it. I hated the nurses, the dingy room and most of the sick people in there. My first nurse that treated me, her name was carol. Carol told me before I left this place I would love everyone there. I told her I definitely would not be coming back hugging everyone like I saw so many patients doing. I was so wrong. Carol works in the private office of Dr Cavalcant now and I stop and say Hi to her almost every time I am in.

Yesterday one of the nurses, Elaine, had her last day. She is moving to Huston to live by her Grand Kids. She is a little older that me. She is an overweight black woman that has a multitude of different wigs and she talks about them openly. Sometimes she has on a long straight one and other times short and curly, and everything in between....She had names for them all such as her Cleopatra wig, her Farah Faucet wig, and so on...She is very nice to everyone.

About 6 months ago there was a man in the waiting room that was in a hurry. He went to the front desk to complain a few times telling them how long he had been there waiting. His name was Mr. short I remember this because he was almost 7' tall. Anyway Mr Short caused a stink for Elaine because she was to give him a shot that took about a minute and he had been waiting for a long time.

After he got his shot and left, Mr. Short apparently called the office again to complain to Dr Cavalcant about how long Elaine took to wait on him. I could tell this was a 'Big Deal' to get a complaint. I had a pen and paper in my purse and I wrote a note to Doctor Cavalcant stating I was sitting in the waiting room by Mr Short and he was just having a bad day because he was complaining about everything. I had personally witnessed Elaine working herself as fast as anyone could move and the only thing wrong with Mr. Short was he was short on patience.

I sent one of the nurses with the note to Cavalcant telling them it was very important. I am sure they got it right to him thinking I was having a medical problem. He sent back a note to me saying, "Thank you Helen. I will get off her case." For some reason I am a memorable person.

I read a book not long ago written by the producer of the TV show 'Family Ties"...Gary something...I forget...anyway his wife had cancer and he had to take her for treatment. He bragged on all of the nurses that worked there he said. "These women were angels of Mercy. I would not have been surprised to see wings sprout out from under their smocks." This is true about the place I go.

Over the 3 years I have been going for treatment I have seen women that were in good shape when I was so bad. And the same women that are bad now that were better when I was not in such good shape. Sometimes I see someone I think may not make it and then I see them in a few weeks and they are still hanging on. I saw a lady like that yesterday. I had not seen her for a few months and figured she had died. But low and behold her husband wheeled her in yesterday, still kicking.

I sit by some people who are very well read and know about all kinds of cancer and all kinds of treatments. Then I sit by some who think they will be cured by eating olive oil or something along those lines. I see very few people like me who just blindly do what their Doctor says and do not question. I decided right up front I had a good Doctor and should do what he says until I could not do it anymore and then I just need to quit. Hopefully my Doctor will not retire before I do.