My health is being brought to a stage of complete healing in the here and now.

The middle of a long journey is mostly middle. Hours of flat country, nothing to report.

A great deal of getting better is spent in that carriage. Appointments weeks apart, no news, a fortnight that produces nothing anyone could write down.

It is easy to file those weeks as waiting.

They aren't waiting. Whatever repair is going on is going on in exactly those hours — unobserved, undramatic, and here rather than at the station.