They did two scans today, and did two tattoos. They didn't hurt at all. I'm all marked up and haven't looked in the mirror. There was a lot of ink going on...
I'm kind of young for that place. It wasn't noticeable at Strauss but in a dedicated radiation center, it is. There were some ladies with really short hair. I doubt it was a style choice of their own but they otherwise looked good. The place was packed. Both the nurse and the doctor I saw, assured me that for the early apt.'s that I requested, it won't be a problem to park and won't be so busy.
Dr. K (the onc-rad lady) said that it's no rush to see the endocrinologist so late. I told her there was a big wait and I could only get an apt. for early February. My thyroid is working, she assured me. It's just with the antibodies, it's on its way out. Lovely. Deal with that later, after this is all done. No conflict (like tiredness from both) is a problem.
A nurse talked to me for awhile. Of course, when she went on to explain things, I had to come out with the story. I wasn't one of the totally-shocked-that-I-got-this cases. I told her, it was the monster in the closet for three decades. In my case, I was just happy to have avoided chemo and grateful that the monster was small, and hopefully easy to clobber!
No pool, she warned me. Argh! I bet they don't miss me at Schiltig!
I came out of the restroom and saw a young doctor who looks just like his mom. "Bonjour. Dr. H.?" I ventured, surprised at my bravery. "Ah, Madame Dreyfuss!" Okay, he'd been warned.
We snuck into the hallway and had a quick chat. Two kids! The little boy I saw at Hannukah and a little girl, 9 months. His brother is Lyon doing orthopedics... I told him the little joke his dad told me. I also admitted that I wasn't up-to-date with the Jewish Community gossip and didn't put them together, the H's son married the G's daughter! If anyone got sick at that wedding, they would have been well-taken care of.
I was curious to ask him what it's like having Dr. G. as a father-in-law but resisted!
Such a gracious, sweet guy. I was impressed! I was also pleased for his parents, who must be very proud of him. I'd met him years ago, very briefly at the Lingo synagogue, when he was still a student.
Those fancy parking spaces were all taken. I had to drive around and around... But come in the front and just park, the nurse explained. Mornings are fine.
I start on Monday and go to February 6th. Big relief as this will be right before the next vacations. French schools run 6-7 weeks between 2 week breaks, but then their summers are shorter (early July to early Sept.)
I'm kind of young for that place. It wasn't noticeable at Strauss but in a dedicated radiation center, it is. There were some ladies with really short hair. I doubt it was a style choice of their own but they otherwise looked good. The place was packed. Both the nurse and the doctor I saw, assured me that for the early apt.'s that I requested, it won't be a problem to park and won't be so busy.
Dr. K (the onc-rad lady) said that it's no rush to see the endocrinologist so late. I told her there was a big wait and I could only get an apt. for early February. My thyroid is working, she assured me. It's just with the antibodies, it's on its way out. Lovely. Deal with that later, after this is all done. No conflict (like tiredness from both) is a problem.
A nurse talked to me for awhile. Of course, when she went on to explain things, I had to come out with the story. I wasn't one of the totally-shocked-that-I-got-this cases. I told her, it was the monster in the closet for three decades. In my case, I was just happy to have avoided chemo and grateful that the monster was small, and hopefully easy to clobber!
No pool, she warned me. Argh! I bet they don't miss me at Schiltig!
I came out of the restroom and saw a young doctor who looks just like his mom. "Bonjour. Dr. H.?" I ventured, surprised at my bravery. "Ah, Madame Dreyfuss!" Okay, he'd been warned.
We snuck into the hallway and had a quick chat. Two kids! The little boy I saw at Hannukah and a little girl, 9 months. His brother is Lyon doing orthopedics... I told him the little joke his dad told me. I also admitted that I wasn't up-to-date with the Jewish Community gossip and didn't put them together, the H's son married the G's daughter! If anyone got sick at that wedding, they would have been well-taken care of.
I was curious to ask him what it's like having Dr. G. as a father-in-law but resisted!
Such a gracious, sweet guy. I was impressed! I was also pleased for his parents, who must be very proud of him. I'd met him years ago, very briefly at the Lingo synagogue, when he was still a student.
Those fancy parking spaces were all taken. I had to drive around and around... But come in the front and just park, the nurse explained. Mornings are fine.
I start on Monday and go to February 6th. Big relief as this will be right before the next vacations. French schools run 6-7 weeks between 2 week breaks, but then their summers are shorter (early July to early Sept.)
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