The time goes slowly

Now, the countdown to the next hospital visit is really underway. In just under three weeks as of the time of this posting, I will have been to see the medical staff at the cancer treatment centre and, I hope, have been dismissed for another six months. How I hate waiting for the vist; it always seems such a long way away when I leave the hospital and yet, suddenly, it's upon me again and the last few weeks creep, snail-like towards the moment when I have to get in the car and drive to the city for a purpose I would much rather avoid. This is the last time I'll be visiting this hospital. It's being closed down and replaced by a supermarket. Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration; the university will maintain its medical research centre, but there will be a large, new supermarket in the grounds of the hosptial in which I first saw daylight. It seems very strange to close a hospital in the centre of the city and insist on patients travelling even further - particularly those who are still sick - to a place that's much more difficult to reach and to replace the current hospital with a supermarket. But who am I to have an opinion on that. Too late to make any difference now. The visit after next, my current 30 minute drive will stretch to 50 minutes and I'll be lucky if I can find a parking space. And public transport won't be any use - that would take me the best part of three hours in each direction!

And so goes progress...