Last week, I was waiting to hear from my trio of doctors, the main ones being my surgeon, Dr. Nathalie Johnson, and my oncologist, Dr. Rebecca Orwoll. The third, my radiation oncologist, is Dr. Lee; she is more involved in implementation than in the planning part (hey, I AM a planner after all). Anyway, Dr. Johnson and Dr. Orwoll were going to discuss the best post-op treatment for me, along with the sequence: radiation only? chemo only? radiation and then chemo, chemo then radiation? By Friday afternoon, they had not yet talked, and it was stressing me out a bit--not having cancer, not the surgery, but the simple "not knowing" of what will happen next. Not very rational, I know, but who says I have to be rational? I have breast cancer, the best excuse for anything!
Anyway, get this--Dr. Johnson called me at home this morning. Yes, a Saturday morning--to let me know that she is still trying to contact Dr. O, that she hasn't forgotten, and just wanted me to know she's working on it. Is this the best doctor I could ever wish for, or what? When was the last time you heard of a doctor calling a patient on a Saturday just to reassure her? She's also given Dr. O's folks her cell number so she can be reached on her day off, Monday.
I feel so taken care of, and so lucky.
Meanwhile, I'm getting ready for my trip--I leave Monday for Dubai, where I'll get on my ship and sail away. SO much to do before then! I've sent both Dr. J and Dr. O letters saying it's ok to email info to me, that I waive any privacy rights, so I will keep updating this blog as I hear from them.
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