Oh man, Wynne,a month! Here's hoping the next T works out! The longest I ever went was six weeks and boy, was that a LONG six weeks. Actually the worst part was that it was five weeks (two week trip by my T, followed by a three week vacation for us) but when we got home there was a message on the answering machine that our T needed to reschedule for a week later because his first grandchild, who had the bad taste to be born in Utah which is a bit of a hike from Syracuse, NY, had been born.
Thought my head was going to explode. But how do fault someone for going to see their first grandchild. Don't ever want to do that again. I think that was actually one of the first times I made an emergency phone call.