So far, the waiting is the hardest part of my cancer treatment -- I mean the actual amount of time spent waiting for doctors to see me.  Today I arrived a few minutes early for a 10:30 AM appointment.  I gave some blood for lab tests and then waited until after 12:30 PM to see my doctor.  I never even got the results of my tests -- I'm still waiting for that.    The funny thing is that I would probably still be waiting to see the doctor if I hadn't decided to cry and inform the nurse that I was not going to wait any longer.  After my display, the nurse got the doctor, I got my exam, I paid, and then I got to leave.  I got home at 2:00 PM.  This is just one of many days spent waiting in doctor offices.   I once waited four hours.

The reason for today's appointment was to monitor my progress since receiving my first chemo treatment.  I appear to be fine.  No temperature.  No mouth sores.  No breathing problems.  No irregular heart sounds.   Hopefully I won't have to wait much longer to see if my blood counts have dropped.  I'm still waiting to see if my hair will fall out -- for this, I am willing to wait.

My second chemo comes this Friday, February 4th at 8:00 AM.  Chemo is the least of my worries right now.  The waiting has been far worse.