Last week’s check-up at Sloan-Kettering was the smoothest
that I’ve had yet. A friend’s mother’s best friend, Renee, picked me up from my
home and drove me all the way into Manhattan. We hit no traffic on the way in
and very minimal on the way home – a rarity. The smooth nearly seven-hour
roundtrip commute allowed me the opportunity to get to know this incredibly
giving woman who offered up her day and escort services to help out a near
stranger. She incorporated a lunch visit with a friend while I took care of
medical business.
I completed the drooly, spitty, alienish process that is the
monthly Pantamadine breathing treatment to prevent against PCP pneumonia. After
I removed the misting pipe from my mouth and was unzipped from my human size
plastic bag they lock me in to hold in the medicinal excrement, I was ushered
to my next part of the appointment.
