Waiting — waiting for my respiratory virus to improve, waiting for someone to call as I sit alone in my tiny apartment, waiting for my biopsy. Patience is a virtue I’ve never conquered. I’ve certainly had ample practice over the years; still not very good at it.
About two weeks ago, I caught a nasty virus and can’t seem to fight it off. I cough pretty much nonstop, and I’m feeling quite run down. I’m hoping it is improved enough by Friday so my biopsy can occur. I don’t want to wait any longer.
My children are both here in SLC, Dave lives in an apartment nearby and Greg flew in for the week. His position is such that he can work remotely. Martin flies in on Thursday night, just in the nick of time. First thing Friday morning it’s off to HCI for my biopsy — then a plan.