Record Breaking WEEK!

Whoa, tomorrow I have to go see my pulmonologist.  That means, I've seen more doctors this week than I normally do all year. Ai carumba!

My PC likes to be kept in the loop, since after all, that P *does* stand for PRIMARY, and he's a hell of a good guy to have in that role.  So, I brought him up to speed with the Oncologist visit and the Surgeon visit, and he said, "You really need to go see Dr. S (pulmo) before that port surgery."  Oh, and that has finally been scheduled for the 14th, next Thursday.

Oh, fine, then... let me make another call.  Well, the Pulmonary practice is pretty busy and I got put on hold, but.. how can one complain when they are playing Barry White?  Oh the memories!  When we were kids, my sister, Sam, ADORED Barry White and she had all his albums, and they were well-played.  That voice.  Like velvet sliding over soft, sun-kissed shoulders... *cough*.. but I digress.

When the quite polite, yet personable woman answered the phone, I told her I needed to see Dr. S and played both my tumor AND my PC-name-dropping cards.  And thus, I see him tomorrow.

If there is one thing that cancer DOES do, it gets you results.  Like the day I called to make my first appointment with the oncologist, the lady said something about two weeks, to which I replied, "well, I have this 4cm tumor in the middle of my chest."  "Hold please."... a moment later, "We'll see you Tuesday."  Yeah, it sucks to have this card to play, but I may as well make use of it.

My sister, Jane, is making me a salmon burger for dinner.  I'm having a hard time eating, so she's spoling me with some of my favorite things, and Nancy is already designing me hats to wear once my hair deserts my head.  I posted on my facebook account that I wondered if, after losing my hair, I would look like Wo Fat.  Then I thought, oh lordy, how many people amongst my FB friends would actually know who the heck Wo Fat WAS?  And how in the world did I even think about him?  I have a very strange mind.