My last session was uneventful. They don't do bells or certificates or anything like that here in France. It was a sincere wish for good health and off I went-to pay!
I get to the counter and the lady starts in about how my GP was supposed to submit this and that form ahead of time, yada, yada... I told her I'd take care of it and get back to them after talking to my GP. I called her when I got home and she laughed. "I did those papers ages ago. I was wondering when you'd come by to pick them up!" so I'll go on Friday.
The secretary seemed shocked that I did call her back. She even thanked me and assured me that I can wait for the follow-up apt. with nice rads-onc lady in early March.
So this morning, I was off to see Dr. G. He was very happy with the results. Once a year. They're only going to check me yearly. Um, that's not what Dr. N. said. Oh well. I'll sort that out later. Dr. G. wants to see me, in June. I'll get a mammo and ultrasound once he gives me the Rx. No MRI's??
I'm not going to panic. I'll contact Dr. K. and get her opinion on this. I certainly don't want to pit doctors against each other. It just makes me nervous. "Oh but you can contact me anytime with question..." Yeah, nice of you, but...
I can research it but most BC info out there is geared to post-chemo patients. I'm not in that category! I'm also not happy with getting a check right before our big trip to Asia and California. Makes me nervous!
Then he unceremoniously hands me a Rx for Tamoxifen. Sigh.
I saw one woman walking out with a completely bald head. Good for her! You never see that in France. At radiation, they were all in wigs and head gear of some sort. It is winter though... I never talked to anyone at radiation, ever. I was completely anti-social. I was grumbling about not getting a cab like the others did but frankly, it would have been more fuss than help for me. The drive wasn't bad and I simply tacked it on to the morning school run.
So I'm pulling out of my parking place. There's a tree on one side, a pole on the other. I was being more careful with the tree, since it's uneven, trying to watch out for the traffic. Nasty ripping noise but not that loud. The homeless guy made a face. Oh boy. Red light, and it's long so I got out. Ouch! Side of bumper pulled out. Ugly on my not-even-a-year-old car. So I headed off to two garages, since the first can't do it. The second, Toyota, said that I'd need parts ordered and to book a replacement car. Daniel wants the name changed first...
I walked in and lamented the state of my new car. The guy turned to me and seriously said "If you weren't hurt, than it's nothing serious. As long as you're okay..." and I thought, too bad he doesn't realize he's talking to a cancer patient who just had her last visit for treatment??
The cleaning lady was funny. She said it's a good sign. She said the car now took all my bad luck. Now, nothing bad would happen to me. I can't even "get" the logic but it sounded good to me!
I get to the counter and the lady starts in about how my GP was supposed to submit this and that form ahead of time, yada, yada... I told her I'd take care of it and get back to them after talking to my GP. I called her when I got home and she laughed. "I did those papers ages ago. I was wondering when you'd come by to pick them up!" so I'll go on Friday.
The secretary seemed shocked that I did call her back. She even thanked me and assured me that I can wait for the follow-up apt. with nice rads-onc lady in early March.
So this morning, I was off to see Dr. G. He was very happy with the results. Once a year. They're only going to check me yearly. Um, that's not what Dr. N. said. Oh well. I'll sort that out later. Dr. G. wants to see me, in June. I'll get a mammo and ultrasound once he gives me the Rx. No MRI's??
I'm not going to panic. I'll contact Dr. K. and get her opinion on this. I certainly don't want to pit doctors against each other. It just makes me nervous. "Oh but you can contact me anytime with question..." Yeah, nice of you, but...
I can research it but most BC info out there is geared to post-chemo patients. I'm not in that category! I'm also not happy with getting a check right before our big trip to Asia and California. Makes me nervous!
Then he unceremoniously hands me a Rx for Tamoxifen. Sigh.
I saw one woman walking out with a completely bald head. Good for her! You never see that in France. At radiation, they were all in wigs and head gear of some sort. It is winter though... I never talked to anyone at radiation, ever. I was completely anti-social. I was grumbling about not getting a cab like the others did but frankly, it would have been more fuss than help for me. The drive wasn't bad and I simply tacked it on to the morning school run.
So I'm pulling out of my parking place. There's a tree on one side, a pole on the other. I was being more careful with the tree, since it's uneven, trying to watch out for the traffic. Nasty ripping noise but not that loud. The homeless guy made a face. Oh boy. Red light, and it's long so I got out. Ouch! Side of bumper pulled out. Ugly on my not-even-a-year-old car. So I headed off to two garages, since the first can't do it. The second, Toyota, said that I'd need parts ordered and to book a replacement car. Daniel wants the name changed first...
I walked in and lamented the state of my new car. The guy turned to me and seriously said "If you weren't hurt, than it's nothing serious. As long as you're okay..." and I thought, too bad he doesn't realize he's talking to a cancer patient who just had her last visit for treatment??
The cleaning lady was funny. She said it's a good sign. She said the car now took all my bad luck. Now, nothing bad would happen to me. I can't even "get" the logic but it sounded good to me!
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