My parents were pleasantly surprised by his new routine. In New York, my father, my mother and I would go to Sloan Kettering every Tuesday around 9:30 a.m. and wind up spending the entire day.
So imagine my surprise when my parents reported from Paris that their chemo visits couldn’t be more different. A nurse would come to the house two days before my dad’s treatment day to take his blood. When my dad appeared at the hospital, they were ready for him. The room was a little worn and there was often someone else in the next bed but, most important, there was no waiting. Total time at the Paris hospital each week: 90 minutes.
My Daughter, a still-mourning 11th Doctor fanatic, upon seeing the new Capaldi costume.
(Understand: My wife and I both like it; it’s our 6-year-old kid who’s livid)
As someone who grew up with Tom Baker as The Doctor and had no idea that there’d been any previous incarnations, nor that there’d be a replacement, I can empathize. You never forget your first Doctor.