I have an appointment with Dr. L tomorrow morning. He’s my oncologist.
Oncologist.
It’s just not right to have one of those. (I wish we could put them all out of business with a cure. I bet they wish that, too.)
I’m not sure why I’m nervous about this visit. Maybe it’s because we’re a few weeks away from the year mark of my diagnosis. Maybe it’s just the culmination of all the stress over the past few weeks. Maybe it’s the fact that I need to shave my scarred up leg (can you say pain in the ass?) – hehe. Maybe I’m not worried about MY doctor appointment, but rather Preston’s appointment with the pediatric surgeon later in the afternoon.
Either way, I haven’t stopped stress eating for days. I haven’t exercised. I haven’t cut back on Coke. Maybe after tomorrow I can find a new normal.
I’ll keep you posted.
nerves
Delayed reaction
Um, oops?
I had my follow-up appointment with my oncologist on the 8th and while I totally tweeted about it, I completely failed to update my loyal blog readers!!
Mike took the day off to go with me, which was much appreciated, for even though I figured it was going to be good news about the last MRI, I still was worried (because, well, duh, CANCER?)
First I had to get my blood drawn. There’s a specific blood drawing place in the cancer center, and man, were they pros! It took longer for me to walk back and sit down than it did for her to draw my blood! Want to see what it looked like??
Isn’t she a great artist??
SNICKER
Anyway, after they took my blood we had an hour to kill before my appointment with Dr. L, so we wandered to the hospital cafeteria to grab a quick lunch.
10 minutes later we wondered what to do for the next 50 minutes. hehe.
We sat in the waiting room, playing on our iPhones and watching a lady change the channel on the television…push button, watch for a few seconds, push button, watch for a few seconds… repeat 50 times only to end up …
