Frustration

The other day I heard someone on the radio say, "If you want to disappoint God, be a complainer." Wow. So, for the record, this is not complaining. This is just stating the facts.



Mom and I had a frustrating day at her chemo treatment. We waited for TWO AND A HALF HOURS, oops, I mean two and a half hours, for the pharmacy to send down her treatment meds. We wound up eating our lunch in the waiting lobby, and then got hungry half way through treatment. We weren't able to leave LR until 4:30, which is obviously the beginning of rush hour. Fortunately, I was only honked at once because the traffic was so heavy, I couldn't get over to let someone merge. I was thanking my Lord I didn't have to drive in that every afternoon.



Mom reminded me we drove in traffic worse than that regularly when I was a kid and we lived in Washington D.C. I have very few memories of that time, I was so young. One was of my Dad standing in the Whitehouse in front of a fireplace. Another is of driving by the reflecting pool in front of the Washington Monument. I would dearly love to go back and see all those places again, but I doubt I ever get to. I would have to travel with someone less phobic about the traffic and unknown.



But, getting back to my facts, we made it fine getting home and she will see the doctor next time. She feels good, but her blood counts have been low. That is to be expected, and we are just glad they haven't dropped so low that her treatment has to be postponed.