Things were running late today at radiation. The poor woman ahead of me was having her first session, perhaps her set up session, and she had to be on the board for a long time and I guess she had a really hard time. I was brought back there and asked to sit down and wait. I saw them bring in a wheelchair and one of the nurses. When they wheeled her out she looked okay, but maybe laying down for a long time made her too dizzy to walk. I know that when I sit up from the board I am dizzy for about five seconds, and I wait about fifteen seconds before I get up and go. Anyway, I totally felt bad for her.
My session went pretty quickly... then it was time to see my radiologist for my weekly Wednesday appointment with him. As soon as he comes in Mom questions him, "Is it bad news?" I didn't even know what she was talking about for a moment, and he didn't either. She then asked about the PET scan results. He said that it looked okay and he didn't see anything else besides the lump on my neck. Yippee. Of course, Mom cries and says she has been so worried and has been praying. A moment later I say, "I sometimes wonder if we are even related, because I had barely given it a thought (since last week)." The doc looks up and smiles and then says, "Must be because she does all the worrying for you."
That was so funny and so true! But honestly, I don't worry because I know it is out of my hands and worrying only makes you sicker and it is a waste of energy. I guess it's just how I deal with things. We all do it differently.
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