This fog is so thick, you'd think it was red tape.

I love bureaucracy. As happy as we are with the patient care at Mayo, the communication lines are a different story. First, our plan was to get an appointment at Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in NYC, but things got complicated. From what I understand, it is Mayo's policy to send records only after 2 (TWO) requests. Of course we did not know this, so only requested that it be sent a mere one time. Then, by the time we figured that out, getting an appointment at Sloan would have taken us 2 weeks into our scheduled chemo treatments, and of course, Sloan doesn't want to look at her unless she has not yet started treatment.

Yesterday was supposed to be the day we found out the when's, why's and wherefore's about the chemo from the local treatment center, but for some reason after waiting over an hour, they had no records from Mayo either. Nor did the local plastic surgeon with whom Trela has an appointment tomorrow.

At any rate, the confusion has left us weary. Luckily, Trela's mother Fran is in town to take some of the pressure off, and we're able to keep our heads above water.

As long as the next months aren't as confusing as today has been.

Carpe Diem.