Oct. 25-31
The Continuing Adventures of Life with Temp.
This has been a very frustrating week. After feeling such a high over picking my
surgeon, I have since been in the Twilight Zone of information. I have a very strong feeling Rod Serling is
standing off to one side saying, “Suzanne thinks everything is settled now for
her breast cancer, but she doesn’t know she has entered The Twilight Zone.”
After making the tentative surgery date for Nov. 5th,
I waited to hear about the pre-op anesthesia clinic. On Monday Oct. 26th, I emailed my
surgeon that since I was going to the Naval Hospital on Tuesday as my husband
had some appointments, I could pick up the CT Scan that was done in 2012 if no
one had already sent for it. They needed
this to compare to my recent CT scan since there was a question about a nodule
on my lung. She emailed back that it would be a good idea for me to pick it up,
since she didn’t know if it had been addressed.She also CC'd several people at the breast center about this.
Tuesday, I picked up the CD with the scan and replied to all
that I had it, and should I bring it with me when I attend the pre-op
anesthesia clinic. My surgeon responded and said to give it to Temp who would submit it. Then I
waited to hear from Temp or anyone else. Nothing.
Wednesday, I call and speak to the secretary who transfers
me to Temp. I tell her that I haven’t heard anything. She says she’ll get back with me.
Thursday, I get a call from someone new (cc’d on the email
from my surgeon) who asks me if I have the CT scan CD. I tell her that I do,
and she wants me to bring it down to them. Evidently, the “team” met, discussed
my case, and wanted to see the CD. She asks me if I can bring it Friday, and
did I sign a form releasing this to be read by another radiologist. I say no, I didn’t sign any form, but I’ll
bring the CD in today - anything to get something going.
We pop in the car, and I get to the breast center, and hope everyone isn’t out for lunch
since it’s right at lunchtime. Luckily (?)
Temp is in.
She grasps the CD and says, “This is what they’ve been
waiting for.” I tell her that I’ve had
it since Tuesday, and could have brought it down then, or Wednesday or even
earlier this morning if someone had just asked me to bring it. Then Temp tells me that the
surgery date that had been tentative is still only penciled in, and they can’t
schedule me for the pre-op anesthesia until they get a hard surgery date. She
dismisses me, and I ask her, “Isn’t there a form I’m supposed to sign?”
Of course, she doesn’t have that form, and we must go to the
front desk, where the girl there rummages around until she finds one. I sign
it, and then we go back to Temp’s office. Her desk is littered with papers. She
asks me if I have an email address, and she wants to write down my email address, but she
can’t find a post it note. Meanwhile, I notice the envelope with the CD and the
release form are not even together on her Fibber McGee desk, so I put them together, find
the post it notes, and give her my email address.
I tell her that I am ready to
get this show on the road, and that we need to get that pre-op clinic and
surgery scheduled as soon as possible.
She tells me that if she hasn’t called me by 1 p.m., on Friday, that I
should call her. I tell her, “don’t
worry, I will.”
Friday, about 11:30, she calls to tell me the pre-op is
Monday, and my surgery is Nov. 13th. I thought
I was penciled in for Nov. 5th! Nov. 13th and of course, it's a Friday! Did Rod Serling just disappear
around the corner?
Oh, well, at least it’s now on the schedule for good. She
double checks my email address, and I ask her to email me all this information,
and she says she will. Friday, 7 p.m. – no email yet.
If I didn’t feel so strongly about this surgeon, and their
program and knowing Temp is temporary, this kind of thing would definitely send
me back to the first place who diagnosed my breast cancer.
How the Mind Really Works
During the day, I have found the best way to deal with
having cancer is to busy myself with various things – household chores,
reading, TV, video games – and to pay no attention to the Man Behind the
Curtain. I just try to keep the curtain
closed. That doesn’t mean that I’m pretending it doesn’t exist; I just
compartmentalize. When it’s time to deal with BC, I open the curtain a small
amount, deal with it, then I move on.
At night; however, I
find that I wake frequently only to have the curtain wide open with all the
doubts, fears, and worries rushing past like a slide show. What if . . .? What
about . . .? Will I . . .? Sometimes it is very hard to close the curtain. As a
result, my sleep patterns are all screwed up. Will I ever get a full night’s
sleep again?
Miscellany
I looked at my wedding ring, and I realized that not only
had I not removed it in many years, but also, it looked much too small for my
finger. With the worry of lymphemdema
present in my mind, I realized that I needed to take steps.
I soaped my hand thoroughly - no go, rings sticks just below
the knuckle. I tried hand cream, same
difference. I turned to trusty Google, and lo and behold, a method for removing
a stuck ring using string.
It seemed to make sense, so I thought I’d give it a
try. Anything would be better than
having to have it cut off because my hand had swollen to twice its size. I have some crochet cotton, so I followed the
instructions and pushed the string under my ring leaving a long tail, then
began to meticulously wind the string one thread at a time around my finger
above the ring.
Of course, my finger began to turn blue as the circulation
was removed, so I quickly finished the thread winding, and took the tail that
had been pushed under my ring and began to unwind in that direction. It works! The ring begins to
microscopically slip up my finger, one row of crochet cotton at a time.
What Google didn’t say is, that as it hits the tightest part
of the finger, it begins to hurt quite a lot.
I kept unwinding expecting to see the string turn pink and then red (at
which point, I would have quit,) but the string did not change colors, and
eventually (quite quickly actually) the ring moved above my knuckle and slipped
off.
My ring finger began to pink up immediately, and although it
was swollen, red and tender the rest of that day, by the next, all of that
had disappeared. Now I just have an indentation where my ring used to be, and a
very funny feeling because it’s no longer there.
Once I get through surgery and healing, I will have my ring
resized, hopefully in time for my 47th wedding anniversary.
We could paint your indentation silver so it would look like white gold. . .well, maybe not.
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