...at Little Rock changed their name to UAMS Winthrop P. Rockefeller Cancer Institute. At least I didn’t notice it last year.
Reconstruction had fancied up the place with larger waiting rooms and hallways. It was the dull, green, patterned carpet that drew me into 1997 and chemotherapy treatments. Puffy-faced patients – some young and some old – waited with me in that crowded room, all of us bent on beating death. At times I’ve wondered how many lived and how many died. Only by the grace of God I’m still here.
Someday I’ll stop making that seven hour trip for my annual check-up, but since Dr. Laura Hutchins is so informative and caring, I’d rather not. While she's checking me, we enjoy talking about our same-aged children, like catching up since last year. We always laugh. I’ve gotten close to my oncologist over the years. That alone is worth the drive. That and the field-fresh strawberries we bring back.
