I have always known that I am one to stand out from the crowd, if said crowd were located on a catwalk. I have always known that I am special, even when I pretend I am
not and that was true long before I had myeloma. I am clearly always looking for evidence to prove that I am both right and special, in case somebody was ever to call me into question. Such evidence also feeds both my confidence and my ego, so I am eager to discover it no matter how tenuous the link.
So imagine my delight on Tuesday when I looked at the treatment board to find that I was special and I was standing out from the crowd. I was so happy about it, I took a photo.
Of course, one could say that the reason my name was singled out was nothing to do with me being special. They might simply say that I was the last person to be treated by that section in Daycare on Tuesday afternoon. If they were being accurate, they would say that I was not the last person booked in on Tuesday. I had the last time slot of the day, but that does not mean that I was the only one to arrive at 15:00hrs. I probably was not the only person to wait 75 minutes to be seen by anybody either; it was very busy after all and that meant I had to sit in the greenhouse on an uncomfortable chair again (seriously guests of patients, give up your seat to patients, it is not hard). I was however, the only person on Tuesday afternoon not to have had their Velcade waiting for them . Not only was my medicine not ready for me, it had not been made. The discovery at 16:20hrs, meant that I had to wait for another hour whilst the pharmacy worked their magic. It was an unfortunate fact, especially as my attendance had been confirmed just 24 hours earlier. I did remain remarkably philosophical about the three hour treatment time and I used said time productively, for which I am sure my employers are most grateful. Back to my first point, as I am not the only person to have been delayed in this way, you could argue then, that I was not and am not special.
It’s a tough call. >