Lest we forget

On the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month... I was asked for the correct time by a lady in a wheelchair. We were both waiting to have PICC lines inserted.
There was rather a long delay, but once everything was ready, the procedure was quick. Strangely (to my way of thinking) the doctor who put in the line didn't wrap my arm in a protective bandage. I had to walk up a floor, to the cancer unit, to have a nurse finish off the job.
All done now, so I am ready for my treatment, which starts on Monday.