Every month, I go to the infusion center at one of my local hospitals to get a giant shot to suppress estrogen post breast cancer.

Every month. For at least 3 years – maybe 5.

I circle the parking lot for at least 15 minutes every month, stalking those who might be walking to their vehicle.

Then the hospital decided registration must be done with the masses, so that’s another 15-20 minutes of unnecessary time wasted.

Onward to the infusion center waiting room, where inevitably someone or two will have their phones up full blast, watching reels or talking on face time.

Another 30 minutes on average before I am called back.

Then, I wait for the shot. It has to be ordered, and can’t be until I am here.

Cue another 15-20 minutes.

Finally it arrives, and it takes 30 seconds to scan and administer.

An hour and a half for a 30 second shot.

I’m grateful for the medicine.

I’m grateful for the sweet girl at registration.

I’m grateful for dependable transportation, for relatively good health, and for a job that I can schedule around my appointment.

Most of all, I’m grateful that I am one month closer to not having to go through this.

Hallelujah!