Talked to the local oncologist's assistant here and have an appointment
Thursday afternoon to get things rolling with the chemotherapy. A
little nervous about how that will go but fingers crossed -- I'm at a
pretty high stress level and it would be nice if something would go my
way with all of this right now. Unfortunately my original hope, which
is to be able to do my weekly chemotherapy treatments at their SkyRidge
location but keep him as my local doctor, sounds like it's a no-go.
Still
going to push for it since a weekly trip to Rose is a good 1.5 hour
round-trip commute at best, while SkyRidge is 20 minutes round-trip.
Seeing as how I'm having a doctor at the Mayo Clinic direct my care
anyways I'm not sure what the benefits of just finding a doctor at their
SkyRidge location is ... I guess Rocky Mountain Cancer Center isn't a
group the way I thought it was, but we'll see.
Meeting a
therapist to work through the emotional and mental issues related to all
of this Friday, waiting to have a endoscopy scheduled with my GI guy
to rule out some things they saw on the CAT scan that the oncologists
want checked out.
Through all of this I actually feel really
good (most likely a function of a vastly cleaner diet for the past 4-5
months), which makes this all so hard to swallow. I'm on the precipice
of embarking on a very scary, very serious road and I don't feel the
slightest bit sick. Kind of broke down for a moment on the couch last
night talking about this with Amy ... there we are, sitting and having
dinner on the couch and watching some Food Network show similar to our
usual routine for quite a while, except it's all different now because
the sense of normalcy is just an illusion, is just us pretending for a
moment that this isn't all happening.
Makes it hard to enjoy even a peaceful moment.
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