Living in Good Times (Medically Speaking)
Saw the surgeon yesterday and had the rest of my staples removed. It pinched a little more this time. I also got a “surgery” date for the port insertion, May 15. Yeah, next Thursday at 7:30 a.m. Then in the afternoon I have an educational class about the chemo treatments. The following week I get chemo Tuesday, see the surgeon Wednesday, and get the pump unhooked Thursday.
I have to resolve myself that for the next six months my life is going to revolve around doctor’s visits and follow-ups and chemo treatments.
All this hullabaloo makes quite an impact, though. Cancer is serious stuff and needs to be taken seriously. My oncologist said as much as he stroked his graying beard and stared out the window. He said he felt we caught it early but it isn’t a baby and needs to be treated with respect.
It’s humbling and honoring to be in the middle of this medical whirlwind and see how seriously these doctors take my health, my life, and how hard they are willing to fight to make sure I live a long, healthy life after this cancer is zapped.
As my oncologist also says, medically speaking, we’re living in good times.