Tuesday, April 22, 2025

     At the lab registration desk, I am asked my birth date.  June 20, 1940.  She keeps looking. I ask, Are there others with that birth date.  Yep, she says, at least 20.    Who are these 84 year old folks?  I am not the last old person alive, with that birth date in this community. Maybe we could start a lunch club.

     Up early this morning for an early appointment with my primary care doctor. I rehearse in my mind what I want to talk about during my allotted fifteen minutes. What do I want him to know about me now. He has witnessed my four years of cancer treatment. And I am still alive.

     I have three doctors I see regularly, each with their own specialty. They don’t talk to each other or read their reports.  It is up to me to bring them news of my conditions, in 15 minute appointments. Or maybe they do, I don’t know.

     My daughter and I are both gloomy in the late afternoon.  So we decide to watch the TV show THE PITT, a live action TV series about an Emergency Truman Center in Pittsburgh. It works, we feel better.