False Alarm

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I phoned my oncologist’s secretary this morning.  I was not a happy camper.  I  couldn’t wait any longer to find out what was wrong with me this time.  I had to phone and find out what was going on or I would have driven myself nuts.

This is what happens to you after you’re diagnosed with cancer, you are constantly on vigil.   I didn’t used to be this way…it sort of evolved after having heart failure, TIA/stroke episode, and two metal rods shoved in my back.  It seemed like every time things were looking good, something else would happen.  Was it my brain, my heart, my back, my shoulder, or my feet?  Or my DNA analysis?

After the secretary picked up the phone and said, “Good Morning”,  I quickly got to the point. “Hi, it’s me, Maria.  I got a letter in the mail yesterday with a schedule marked “Urgent Patient Visit” on June 7th.  I told her that if something was going on that I didn’t know about, I couldn’t wait until June 7th…  I would die of a stroke first.

She pulled up my file and said, “Oh.  That was just the code I used”.  “Really”, I said “…all my other monthly schedules said  “Breast Clinic?”   So there is nothing wrong with me?  “No,” she said.  “Sorry to have worried you”.

Sweet Mary Mother of God… a false alarm.  Thank you God.

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