Bananas

Bananas strike me as being a very friendly fruit. They're always in a bunch. That's how they grow. Other fruits grow by themselves, each one hoping to be plucked off the tree instead of the others. They all have the same goal, but approach it as individuals. Not bananas, though. They're a team from the start. Maybe it's because they bruise easily. I know that if I was really sensitive, I'd want to have a collection of close knit friends around to support me through the hard times.

Don't Worry, It's Probably Just Cancer

So last month a went to the dermatologist to have a spot on my toe looked at. The doctor determined it was a mole, but wasn't sure whether or not it was malignant, especially since there is a history of skin cancer in my family. For this reason he took a sample to have examined, and told me I'd get the biopsy back within a week or two. Four weeks later, I called to ask if any results had come in. I was told they hadn't and that I would be notified when any results came. Another week passes, and I call them again. This time, I'm told that results have come in, and that the receptionist tried calling last week to notify me. I hold for a while before the woman comes back to quickly tell me "It was benign" before hanging up before I could ask if that was all there was to it. I'm sorry, but that doesn't seem like any way to treat a potential cancer victim! Even if we pretend that there had been some horrible fire at the lab that prevented my results from getting back for four weeks, they could have tried a little harder to get a hold of me once they arrived. You know, something like leaving a message if I didn't pick up the phone, or perhaps even calling more than once. And after all the time I waited, they couldn't be bothered to hold on for two seconds to see if I had any questions. I'm certainly glad to know I don't have cancer, but I wasn't expecting to have to jump through hoops to get that information.