Who is Dr Who

Who is Dr WHO?

I walked into the waiting room – gave my name to the Receptionist and sat down to await my turn;  I looked around the waiting room and marvelled at the muted lighting,comfortable chairs, appropriate pictures on the walls and a soothing ambie nce - so different from the somewhat dreary waiting rooms that I experienced back in 1993 and 2003 .

After a short time, my name was called and I entered through an ultra modern –looking glass sliding door into a room where I observed a Nurse’s Station, several beds and recliners:  I shivered involuntarily.  Many people were scurrying here and there full of the purpose of their job; maintenance people keeping the facility running smoothly.  Soon I was led through another passage; well lit this time with a lovely huge mural of Jacarandas covering most of the wall - the passage led the Technician and me to a door with a sign on it that read Jacaranda Room.

Everything looked normal but still there was a strangeness in the atmosphere – cold, as is usual for these sorts of rooms but there was something else which I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

I entered this large room called The Bunker; lay down on a narrow bed and was pulled and pushed into position.  When the Technicians were satisfied with my position, the bed was moved closer to a larger machine situated behind my head where a part of the big machine lowered and extended out and stopped over the top part of my body which then took an Xray of my shoulder then receded back to the main machine.

The bed moved forward and a large disc about 1 metre in diameter with a smallish glass square in the centre of the disc was lowered to above my shoulder.  A few adjustments were made and then the disc rotated around to the back of my shoulder (I thought I recognized that sound of the rotating disc.) My first zap took place with a loud steady continuous noise. The disc then rotated back to the front and above my shoulder.  Same noise and it was then that I realized that I had entered not the Jacaranda Room but THE TARDIS and that all the Technicians were Whovians.  When I mentioned the noise to the Technicians and that I thought the noise sounded like The Tardis, they all agreed; chuckling no doubt about this woman’s fanciful imagination.

I now know that the big machine is actuality inhabitated by none other than Dr Who and that he operates the machine which zaps the Nano Daleks in my body.  It is Dr Who within the machine who says “Exterminate, Exterminate” the Nano Daleks.

Each day as I enter the Jacaranda Room, I know I am actually entering the Tardis.  I  can’t be fooled, I know it really is the TARDIS and that it is Dr Who, who inhabits the Xray machine.   I feel excited knowing that I have Dr Who on my side zapping the Nano Daleks in my body as they try to counter Dr Who’s “Extermination” orders.

I think my Radiotherapy Oncologist is none other than Dr Who’s Assistant who, in the world of Dr Who, may well be the first ever female Doctor Who In-Training.