I’ve had the big C so doctor’s appointments can be anxiety ridden. Instead, I focus on smaller items to worry about.
The elevator doors open.
Am I on the correct floor? Yes. 9th.
I pause at the sign that says, “Please wait to be called.”
The receptionist waves me over.
“Name and birthdate?”
I glance at the five other patients in the waiting area. They are al…
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