I got the call yesterday afternoon at 3:00 pm.
I almost didn’t answer it as the call display read, “anonymous”. Usually that means a telemarketer, someone telling me I won something, or a courtesy call from some bank wanting to improve my services. Funny – they never offer to pay the mortgage! I don’t know what compelled me to answer. I hate the phone. We never answer our phone. David does. But, I answered.
“Hello? Stacey speaking.” (I never answer that way, either)
“Oh… hello. Um. This is Maria calling…”
I knew who she was immediately. I knew what the call was about. There was no rush of words so that you cannot get a word in edgewise when it is someone who is trying to sell you something because there is an immediate rush to take the deal and the neighbours have all expressed and interest and you, Mrs. LePage, are a smart woman who knows value when she see it and 90 percent of our time is spent doing things we don’t want to do when all it takes is.. You get the picture.
It was Princess Margaret Hospital. It was the woman from the clinic trials.
“We have an appointment for you on Monday morning at 9 am for the immunotherapy clinical trials.”
“Seriously? This Monday?” I couldn’t believe my own ears. “I thought it would take a couple of weeks.”
“So, can you make it?”
“You will need to bring your health card and a CD of your CT.”
I giggled thinking how much health-care then sounded like military in terms of their love of acronyms. Then, I panicked. It was 3 pm on a Friday. Would I be able to get a copy of my CT scan in time?
“Oh – I’ll try to get it but RVH may not be able to do it in time.”
“Here is the address for PMH. You can have them forward it to us. Can you make it for 9 am? ”
“I think so – at least 9:30.”
“That’s fine. So, we’ll expect you between 9 and 9:30?”
(Damned right you will!) “Yes – thank-you!”
And I hung up the phone from the anonymous caller. In my head, I leap for joy. In reality I got on the phone to RVH to see about my CT.
Sometimes, things just work according to Hoyle: I got through to imaging, I ordered the CD, I left to pick it up, it was ready, I got the copy, I left RVH (it was so quick I didn’t even have to pay for parking – honestly – the gate just went “up” with a statement that “you owe zero dollars!), I came home. What?
And here I sit – ready for Monday. Hopeful. So hopeful that I will have success in this program.
To assist the process, I have begun an immune – boosting regime of diet and exercise. Looked at bikes last night – decided I loved the $2,000 model but maybe my Canadian Tire special from 10 years ago would work another season instead. I’m going organic once again too.
Yes, I am hopeful. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I am alive.
Sometimes, the stars do seem to align themselves “just right’.
Hopeful: full of hope
Grateful: full of gratitude