Mark and I walked out of the office building and suddenly I was sobbing. I felt like my body could just dissolve in a heap! I realized that I had kept myself steeled for the past week through chemotherapy, side effects, Friday's luncheon, helping Mark prepare for the weekend, and my appointment today. Finally, the tension let go and I was a mess! We stopped to pick up lunch at Which Wich (If you haven't been there, you need to go! Delicious!) After we got home Mark collapsed on the couch and slept soundly for a couple of hours. I think he was feeling the same things I was.
Here are a few pictures of the View from the Exam Table:
The reclining patient.
The faithful husband... waiting... again.
The doctor's headgear for peering into unseen worlds.
The doctor's gloves.
Why he needs "diamond grip" gloves, I don't want to know.
Don't even ask about the rubber tubes. Trust me.
Medical instruments of torture.
Reward for surviving the surgical check-up!