Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Day 11 of 100 Days of Good Karma.
Today I met with the oncologist at MD Anderson. My friend Pam kept me company. We agreed that even as crappy as it was to sit in an oncologist’s waiting room with a conversation about cancer on the horizon, we’d still rather be with each other than at work.
Ah, the American Dream.
We got a good giggle over the awkward male Physician’s Assistant. He was the warm up act for the actual oncologist.
He was sweet, but seemed very nervous. Like today was his first day on the job.
He stammered over the answer when I asked, “Will I be able to feel anything after surgery?” then deferred every other question I asked to the oncologist. When it came to the actual physical exam… Well, let’s just say it was performed with tentative fingertips and averted eyes.
He finally left the room and Pam caught my eye. We burst into laughter, then concluded that I was the first woman to take her shirt off for him.
I spoke with the oncologist and got pretty much the same information I already knew from previous appointments.
There was more, and given in great detail, but at some point you stop hearing the doctors. Discussing your own odds of survival is a sure fire way to make the world go swimmy and highly educated medical professionals sound like the teacher from the Charlie Brown.
Justin called me after the appointment and I fell apart on the phone. I didn’t get any particular news that set me off. I think it was just a culmination of everything.
My amazing husband earned sainthood today when he came home carrying two bottles of wine made by OneHope, where 50% of the proceeds from each bottle goes towards breast cancer research. The makers of OneHope wine clearly understand the integral part wine takes in getting through the first few weeks of a cancer diagnosis.
Two glasses of wine and several hours of phone calls later, I earned myself:
After all this Justin hugged me and cooked dinner.
And when the clouds that had been hanging over Houston all day opened up and started pouring, he didn’t think I was crazy for chasing the kids out into the backyard to dance in the rain.
Today’s silver lining: My husband and friends. Thank you for not only believing in my fight but also for joining me in the trenches.
What’s your silver lining today? I love comments!