I love my last name

I'm at the hospital, visiting my fourth doctor so far to see if I can get this pain taken care of in my pelvis. I'm there by myself, feeling kinda down, wondering if he's gonna be as ineffective as those that came before him. The nurse had told me to keep my eye on the screen so I'd know when to come on in.
Then, that pops up. My name. But they cut off the last four letters. Who knows why, but they did.

Seriously, the nurse who put that into the computer couldn't have done a better job of cheering me up. Everyone was sitting in a big room, bored, waiting for something to happen, and there's the first half of my last name plastered on the screen, bold and brave. Nice.