Anticlimactic

Richard is usually the king of drama, but today he fell flat.

We got to Portland almost 45 minutes early. Richard was not to be late. We toddled around and saw the sights of Providence Portland’s Cancer Center. I hate to sound like a jaded world tourist, but it really didn’t float my boat. I mean, there were the library and the café and the fountain, but frankly, Paris is a couple steps above. Paris… medical tourism… sorry, my mind wandered.

We got to the Oncologic Radiology department on the Garden Level well ahead of schedule. It should be noted that the “Garden Level” is what Meier & Frank used to call the sub-basement, where all the big sales took place.

Anyhow, it was pretty much a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am affair. Richard was in and out before you can say, “But wasn’t he supposed to start treatment today?”

No, that starts Monday, simultaneously with chemotherapy.

At least he gets the next four days off.