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The Diary Of Dying Man #6
Welcome to The Cancer Hospital
I am being scheduled each day for some kind of test. It might be blood tests, C Scans or something else.
The hospital staff is lovely, warm and caring.
Still, you soon appreciate almost immediately what an assembly line the system is. I don’t mean that in a bad way.
It just is what it is.
There are hundreds and hundreds of different jobs here. People, often immigrants seeking a better life, got certification in different schools, junior colleges, and 6-week programs, for the myriad of “technician” jobs there are to be done. It all looks like a casting call for the television show “Scrubs”.
Maybe they take blood read test results, do a CAT scan, maybe they’re going to read the CAT scan. At this stage a doctor is unlikely to be seen unless they are going from point A to point B.
The hospital I am in is named after Princess Margaret. It is a huge Cancer Center and everywhere you look there are people in various stages of cancer. People in wheelchairs people with surgical clothes, people near death, or newbies like me who are new to the system.
