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It has been a long old day. I went to see the Docs today, they told me nothing that I didn't already figure out for myself. I'm doing great, that might last forever or just for another day. There are three docs that I see, my oncologist is a lady about my age and her attitude seems to denote that I'm just another old codger for her to cure. But then, every little once-in-a-while, she really seems to care about me, one time we just sat and talked for an hour. Most of the time she's too busy to give me more than a minute or two while flipping through my charts. The thoracic surgeon is a kid. He must be about 30 or so. He looks at me and I can tell that he's just seeing the heart and lungs, nothing else. I probably won't see him again, this was my last check-up with him. I'd just as soon never see another surgeon of any kind, much less him. The radiotherapist is the other one. And since I can't get any more radiotherapy, I don't see him any more either. I really really liked him, he was straightforward and honest. OK, I lied, I have 4 doctors. My GP is a guy just a little bit younger than me, grossly overworked. He's the kind of guy that I liked to play golf with but not fish with. Not much patience with either his faults or anybody elses'. I spend a lot of time laughing at people like him playing golf. But I've spent some miserable hours in boats with them trying to have fun catching fish. He's only been my GP since I got divorced and quit working. My old GP was a happy-go-lucky guy with a drinking problem. I enjoyed him a lot, but he never cured me of anything, or anybody else of anything either. But he was a helluva nice guy to be around. I've not made much progress on quitting smoking. Backed up a little bit, even. Still, only a pack-a-day. Actually, that's better than I anticipated. I'm also making progress on the computers, actually starting to understand some things. Anyway, what with running all over town and then driving back home here, I'm completely worn out. I'm going to turn on the TV and veg out. |