Dr. Phobia

4 moodsI’m convinced I have a mental illness.  I call it Doctor Phobia.  It generally happens when I have to go get results and I’m kept waiting and waiting and waiting a long, long time for an appointment.  I am on time.  I am early actually.  But they (referring to my Dr’s) are NEVER on time.  Not my family Dr, not my Oncologist, and not my Radiation guy.  In fact, you know how they say “Patience is a Virtue”.  I do not have any of that when I have to sit in waiting rooms wasting whatever time I have left on this earth.  Besides, I’ve got a MILLION other things I’d rather be doing rather than sit there.

So todays story goes like this.  I had a radiation appointment at 10:30 on Wednesday.  I was suppose to go to a staff meeting at lunchtime to fill the teachers in on our Spring Concert, which, by the way, I am directing.  When I got to my appointment, I asked the secretary if he was on time because I really needed to go somewhere else at 11:00.  She said there was only one person ahead of me.  I’d probably see him by 10:45.  I went downstairs, had a drink, got myself a sandwich.  Went back and waited.  At 11:00 I asked when I’d see him.  She said there were two people ahead of me.  Wondered about that one since I was told at 10:15 there was only one person ahead of me. Now there were two?   Hmmm.  Pondered what I was going to do.  Should I stay or should I go?  If he tells me I’ve got more cancer I wasn’t going to do anything differently anyway.  I was still going to go to Germany.  

So the new me, decided to ditch the doctor’s office.  I knew Maria O’Kane would have been proud of me.  She used to tell me it was fine to be late and cancel if you didn’t want to go!  She had guts!

I wasn’t sure if it was the right decision, but I had things to do and I really didn’t want to stick around while the meter was running at $4.75 per half hour.  So I asked the secretary to get him to phone or email me the results.  She told me to phone the nurse’s hotline and ask for them.  I did.  Three times.  They said they couldn’t do anything for me…I had to phone for my records.  I emailed my Carepath nurse and asked her to get my results for me, but she’s on vacation. 

Then I started stewing about how was I going to find out.  First I don’t want to know the results.  Then I’m obsessed about getting them.  So I phone his secretary and told her to tell him I was going back to Germany next week and I had to know by Monday what vertebraes had cancer in them so I could point them out to my doctor to get more stem cell injections. 

He just phoned. Apparently I’m fine.  Nothing showed up on the MRI.

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He sounded really, really surprised.  “How are you feeling?” he kept asking me.  “I feel great”, I told him.  I don’t think he could believe it since the last time I saw him I was yellow, my bone marrow was lite up like a Christmas tree on the MRI and my hemoglobin was so bad I needed a transfusion.  But all is good now.  He said, “Okay, how about we do another MRI in 2 months?”  “Sure”, I answered. 

YIPPEEEE!

Italy here I come.  Germany, you too. 

Thanks for all the prayers family and friends. You know who you are!!!

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P.S.  I had my Vitamin C I.V. today.  My Naturopathic doctor could not believe my hemoglobin level went from 78 to 126 so quickly without a blood transfusion.  I think she wants a bottle of the stuff I got from Germany to try it on her patients!

I will try to blog my escapades with my friend/colleague Mary when and if we get wi-fi as we are travelling across Italy.  I can’t wait.  Ciao for now!

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