Cold and wet here, so depressing but I'm so much more zen than I have been in awhile. I slept over nine hours last night. I do a fake left-side sleep by crunching blankets under my left side. I can't actually lie on my left yet, even with the new bra/tank top thing. It was the first night, since I got my results and I didn't have to wake up early in the morning!
It still hurts but I only take pain killers at night, or once in awhile during the day if I did something stupid to hurt my left side. Glad though that it is all on the left so I only have one area to baby.
Not doing much except stuff around the house. Basically waiting till Friday when I go see the radiologist-oncologist (or is it an oncologist-radiologist??) Bet he won't even be an oncologist! Don't cancer patients at least see an oncologist at least once? He's the head of the therapeutic radiology dept. at Strauss.
I went to services last night but didn't stay for dinner. There's something peaceful about going through those familiar words, although, I don't always remember what it all means. I've come a long way with my Hebrew since I took that class. Even when I don't know the words, they start to jump up at me and I'm recognizing them. With Jonas, I never get lost. He goes nice and slowly. He kept his sermon short, thank goodness.
I got to tell everyone the good news.
One of the gymnastics mothers said how brave I was. Hahahahahahaha...! You didn't see me two weeks ago, when I was completely undone about the second tumor? Brave, me? Huh??
Dr. G wrote me back and his secretary called. He's sending me the Rx for the PT and a copy of the pathology. I'm supposed to get the MRI from somewhere. I wonder if it's Radiology at Adassa. She said "the service" but that was unclear. Maybe Strauss? I'll start with Adassa.
Of course he puts, in English, "don't worry".
Arrrrrrgh!
I'M NOT WORRIED. I JUST WANT INFORMATION.
I even wrote a little blurb about how I was ever so confident in his care, blah, blah... I do feel like I was in good hands, every step of the way. I'm not questioning them. I just want to know the facts!
Sigh. I'm not out to change this guy. I'm the foreigner who does things differently. I have to be diplomatic but when it comes to my health, I want to know. Some doctors are actually fine with it, like Dr. N. (although, he might just like the mechanics of it all and keen to show off to those who are legitimately interested). This "informed patient" stuff is not really what they're used to.
It's hard for me because he has a lovely, comforting manner. It's just I gotta know.
Hope the pathology report says how big those tumors were and how many lymph nodes he took. If not, I'll bug him again!
It still hurts but I only take pain killers at night, or once in awhile during the day if I did something stupid to hurt my left side. Glad though that it is all on the left so I only have one area to baby.
Not doing much except stuff around the house. Basically waiting till Friday when I go see the radiologist-oncologist (or is it an oncologist-radiologist??) Bet he won't even be an oncologist! Don't cancer patients at least see an oncologist at least once? He's the head of the therapeutic radiology dept. at Strauss.
I went to services last night but didn't stay for dinner. There's something peaceful about going through those familiar words, although, I don't always remember what it all means. I've come a long way with my Hebrew since I took that class. Even when I don't know the words, they start to jump up at me and I'm recognizing them. With Jonas, I never get lost. He goes nice and slowly. He kept his sermon short, thank goodness.
I got to tell everyone the good news.
One of the gymnastics mothers said how brave I was. Hahahahahahaha...! You didn't see me two weeks ago, when I was completely undone about the second tumor? Brave, me? Huh??
Dr. G wrote me back and his secretary called. He's sending me the Rx for the PT and a copy of the pathology. I'm supposed to get the MRI from somewhere. I wonder if it's Radiology at Adassa. She said "the service" but that was unclear. Maybe Strauss? I'll start with Adassa.
Of course he puts, in English, "don't worry".
Arrrrrrgh!
I'M NOT WORRIED. I JUST WANT INFORMATION.
I even wrote a little blurb about how I was ever so confident in his care, blah, blah... I do feel like I was in good hands, every step of the way. I'm not questioning them. I just want to know the facts!
Sigh. I'm not out to change this guy. I'm the foreigner who does things differently. I have to be diplomatic but when it comes to my health, I want to know. Some doctors are actually fine with it, like Dr. N. (although, he might just like the mechanics of it all and keen to show off to those who are legitimately interested). This "informed patient" stuff is not really what they're used to.
It's hard for me because he has a lovely, comforting manner. It's just I gotta know.
Hope the pathology report says how big those tumors were and how many lymph nodes he took. If not, I'll bug him again!
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