Missing cat

Okay, so the cat isn't really missing. In fact, I don't own a feline, wayward or otherwise. I did, however, think the title of this entry much more interesting than, say, "Gosh but I wish I had some word re that CT scan I had last week". One might think that, since the CT scan was performed at St. Mary's, the location of my chemo injections, there would be speedy delivery of the test results. I have learned over the past couple of years that nothing moves quickly in the medical system. Each process entails many steps, several of which go undetected by the average patient. I tend to compare the complicated manoeuvers of the medical system to a deftly performed rumba when compared to my less-than-stellar rendition of the funky chicken. The former requires so much more than exact steps executed on specific beats of the accompanying music. Hands, hips, and even the head of the professional dancer gyrate with a dexterity not found anywhere in the unco-ordinated flaying of my assorted elbows and knees. The complex movements of the rumba routine are smoothly and seamlessly carried out - miss a step, and the whole becomes akin to Evander Holyfield's effort rather than the steamy show put on by professional Derek Hough (or his sister Julianne). In the case of my wayward medical test results, once the scan was performed, the results had to be read by the radiologist. That report was then sent to be transcribed into a written form that was passed on to the person (Dr Wadge - the internist overseeing my chemo, Dr Sun - the oncologist at BC Cancer Agency, Dr J - my Sechelt GP, Dr Zapf-Giljie - my Vancouver GP or whoever) deemed most appropriate to give me the results. There are likely other factors unknown/unseen by me or others in the queue. The upshot is that results weren't in anyone's hands by the time I had chemo last Wed. With luck, I will have them by this Wed's treatment. In the meantime, I'm willing to wallow in the theory that no news is good news. If that is the case, please understand if I spontaneously break into a full-on rumba. If good news isn't on offer, I'll likely still have time to add some finesse to my unique version of the funky chicken. Either way, I'll post the results as soon as I have them. Promise.