The Summons

Friday, October 21, 2011

Being summoned to the doctor's office is not unlike being summoned to the principal's office.  I was told at the hospital that dad's doctor wanted to talk to me.  Uh oh.  I booked the appointment for the visit, and then proceeded to worry for days on end.  (Of course.)  Waiting in the waiting room only made matters worse... now there was additional time to sit and really think, and worry and panic some more.   By the time I was taken into the doctor's office, I was in a right state of worry.  But I got to sit there and worry and panic some more.  By the time the doctor walked in, I was pacing the floors and trying not to tidy up his office!

My worry and panic were in vain.  The doctor and I are dad's biggest advocates.  (I secretly knew that, and tried to reassure myself in that regard, but the negative overtook the positive as usual.)  We want what is best for dad, and we both see the whole picture... not just what is happening at the hospital.  Dad is fine to travel... meat pies, here we come!