Visiting the Mayo Clinic is an interesting experience. Jason and I recieved a welcome letter in the mail with a map and directions on how to get there. It sort of felt like preparing to go to college. Lots of people had good things to say about the clinic, so in a weird sort of way we were looking forward to going.
When we arrived, it was mid-afternoon. The clinic was really hopping. The ideal parking ramp was full, so we had to walk a few blocks.
When we stepped off the elevator I saw a waiting room like I had never imagined. It seriously looked like an airport terminal. There were hundreds of chairs in this massive waiting room. The doors were lettered like airport gates, and there were receptionists at the front of each "gate." Names were called ovver the intercom.
Jason pulled out his confirmation letter and we headed toward the desk to "check in." After a few minutes, Jason was called to our gate, and escorted into a waiting room.
We met the doctor, who confirmed that Jason's treatment plan of 8 chemos of "ABVD" were the correct route to follow. He agreed that chemo should begin the next day.
With this confirmation in hand, we left the clinic of all clinics and headed home.
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