After about an hour the older chap on the other side of me leaned over and said, "We're all old men in here and we spend most of our lives waiting" Yes I thought but I refrained from mentioning 'for Jesus'. On the wall nearby was someones poster from a conference. Its title read, "Effects of brachytherapy on the quality of life and sexual function: patient outcomes." Looking about I wondered if many in the room would be interested in the results. Most of them could read though and many had taken the wise precaution of bringing a large paperback book.
Three members of the NZ Department of Corrections came in, each with an old prisoner - 'lifers', I wondered. They were sat next to where the waiting public were giving their samples. On the toilet wall were very graphic illustrations of how women were to collect their samples. Would the prisoners be interested, I wondered.
Finally, after one and a quarter hours, I went up to reception and asked to be excused, I had to leave to attend a funeral. That afternoon I made an private appointment with a Urologist. The upshot of the private consultation was that 'at my age' there was no point in intervention - I heartily agree and had wisely guided the urologist in that direction, by stating my attitude. Three cheers for the wisdom of urologists. No poem but I found this cartoon.
The main thing about living is your quality of life. I really enjoyed all my running especially when it was off the streets - and the endorphin surge when it stopped was so good. And one of the reasons I gave to myself for the effort was that, being fitter meant that my tramping and climbing would be so much more enjoyable. And with both running, tramping and climbing the company was so good. Thanks to those of you who've provided that camaraderie.