The doctor called me first thing this morning at 8am and now I can kinda get the ball rolling. The bf and I drove out to Arcadia to pick up my biopsy report and slides, pick up my referral for the oncologist, and to balance it out had lunch at Din Tai Fung, got some boba, and stopped by my dad’s office to pick up my birthday galoshes from my cousin.
Unfortunately when we got home and I tried to make an appointment with the oncologist, her first appointment is two weeks from now. The receptionist suggested that I could call my PCP to see if she could pull some strings to get me an earlier appointment, but we’ll see. Now I wait some more. Which is not only highly aggravating but isn’t it life threatening as my cancer could be spreading throughout my body as I type? The only positive I can see is that we could take our trip to Yellowstone in the meantime and get away from everyone and their concerned questions, have a nice a vacation before I come back and deal with reality.
It’s getting so hard to keep up the charade with my closest friends who ask me everyday if I’ve heard anything and how I’m doing. I so want to tell them, but I have so little info at this point to share. I might succumb soon. In the meantime, I warned the bf I’m going to want to eat a lot of good foods because I know won’t be able to for awhile.
I looked up some of the crazy medical terms in my pathology report. One of them said I had a large presence of “necrotic tissue” which means dead or scarred tissue.
‘What does that mean, that you have a lot of dead tissue?” the bf asked.
“I don’t know, “ I replied. “Maybe that I’m half zombie?”
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