Paperwork: In a waiting room, realizing what I’m really waiting for

The “waiting room.” What a perfect name ... for a room where you wait.

Every medical facility has a place to wait. But hey, I’m not complaining. I’m lucky to be offered a chair. But waiting rooms have been on my mind lately.

I’ve been thinking about what I am really waiting for. I am not alone. I‘m with a small group who are waiting for the same thing.

There’s usually a TV that I pretty much ignore. The others around me are more interesting. We have a common bond that we don’t talk about. We just wait our turn. But I glance at each person, coming and going, and wonder about their story.

I think much of their story is also my story. Many, like me, are older. No surprise there. And like me they are waiting for what is considered good news. Whatever the lab results, whatever the problem,