I'm pretty sure that is the motto of the Southern California Medical Establishment.
I've heard that three times in the last eight days. (Okay, not verbatim, but I knew that is what they meant). I've heard the phone ring over and over and over as I waited for someone to answer. I left a message that was never returned.
Being sick is not for the ill. It is too much work.
So, I wait. Anyone want to play Tiddlywinks?
In case anyone stumbles on this without the knowledge, all appearances are that my cancer has returned. My oncologist gave a grim outlook, but there is still a biopsy required. But the are only going to check one of the four masses in my lungs discovered by a PET scan.
As a six-year survivor of stage 4 lung cancer, this is no
great shock. As Wayno used to say, “I am a dinosaur!”
I think it is fair to say that I have brought this on
myself. I’ve looked desperately for other culprits, but they can’t be found. So,
I guess I have to shoulder the responsibility. Another post I may argue other
weights, but not today.
Today was fraught with medical experiences. I got a phone
call fairly early. I’m not sure who it was or where she was calling from. The
gardeners were going crazy outside. So much noise. I had to close the door. I
should have said “Let’s start over”, after I closed the door. But I didn’t.
Seems I had to have bloodwork done ASAP. And I had to get
the PET scan on DVD.
So, I spent the morning at Quest Diagnostics, having gallons
of blood drawn. Then I drove down to Temecula Valley Imaging and spent over an hour
waiting for the CD. Loma Linda University Hospital – Murrieta was quick and
easy.
I was exhausted when I got home.
Tomorrow will be another adventure, I am sure.
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