Thirty days, Day 13

Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently

Honestly, I can't think of anyone who deserves a letter of this sort. I've grown a thick skin over the years, and for the most part my dealings with people have been pleasant for the past year or more. But if you insist on one...

Dear Oncologist,

This letter is a form of communication. Communication is an essential part of our culture. I have two phone numbers, an email address, a physical address, and am signed up with your employer's/my health care company's website. We live in an age of instant communication and an unprecidented free flow of information.

So, why is getting so much as a test result out of you like pulling teeth? (Something I'm overly familiar with, BTW.) Maybe I've been spoiled by excellent doctors both in my past and in other departments at your facility, but you'd think that you could spend five minutes telling an office assistant to forward me my test results with a quick note.

This is oncology, after all.. you think I'm not interested in the lurking potential of a relapse or a new outbreak?

Speak to me, oh, Sphinx-like MD!

Yours in frustration,
gridlore

Really, not hearing about follow-up tests is the biggest peeve I have right now. Not really a hurt, more an annoyance.

Will the last combat solider to leave Iraq...

..please turn out the light at the end of the tunnel?

The 4th Stryker Brigade, 2nd Infantry Division has now left Iraq. The last few vehicles are rolling through a border checkpoint as I speak, bound for ports in Kuwait and Saudi Arabia and the long trip home.

Our combat mission in Iraq has ended. No more patrols, no more convoy escorts, no more serving as bait for terrorists.

Thank you, President Obama.

Thank you to everyone who served over there, and to your families and friends for supporting you.

Infantry. FOLLOW ME!