Puzzled

I haven't written much though I don't know what's stopping me because I certainly don't find myself silent around work. June, *this* June is birthday month for a lot of folks I know and it's also cancer check up month. I have scans, x-rays, visits to oncologists, visits to gynecological oncologists, mammograms (and the cancer I had was not breast). I am not so worried as inconvenienced. I hate to have to leave work to go to appointments. I hate to go to work late due to appointments. When I was in full-blown cancer mode, a week did not go by that I wasn't finding out some new piece of the cancer puzzle. I will never forget that day walking into the Stanford clinic and feeling from the looks of things, that I might survive when so many patients appeared other worldly.

I am faced with these appointments again, each time becomes a search for a possible missing piece when I feel as if I've already put everything back together. These appointments, doctor visits, scans, x-rays will go on for a long time. I'm grateful for the inventions and the medical community though I'm annoyed at myself for being less than accepting of the process. But I know it's very human to want to get on with life.