more waiting rooms

i should give a quick update on yesterday's appointment.  as i knew, there wouldn't be any big shockers (though i suppose he could have found a spot during the exam that troubled him-- but he didn't, and i didn't expect him to).  in talking to him about my chances of recurrence or metastases and about my fatigue he said that the problem with breast cancer is that 9 out of 10 patients will be cured, but the treatment is so rough that only 1 in 10 will feel like their pre-treatment selves. i'm not sure his first statistic isn't overly optimistic, as about 30% of women with breast cancer will end up with stage 4, but i take his point as to the latter.  "i'm not that 1," i said.

today we were in a different doctor's office as it was henry's four year check-up.  we wanted to get some follow-up on his nighttime breathing problems.  the answer-- go back to the ENT.  oh that we could just be done with doctor's appointments.

on the way to his check-up...

he was adamant he did not want a shot, but when the time came he didn't even want to sit on one of our laps.


waiting for the bus home... you can see a little of the town (specifically the cathedral) and our lack of snow and lack of sun...

the bottom of this is blurred because henry was in the process of trying to swipe the camera out of my hand like an actor fed up with the paparazzi... except his smile shows otherwise...

well, 9:35.  time to have a friday evening before we both fall asleep.  last friday of february. spring is declared to be march 1st in these parts.