Crazy morning. The receptionist from the PCP’s office called me to say that an appointment with the oncologist in 2 weeks is PERFECTLY FINE. Really?!! What if this shit spreads? I mean REALLY?! We don’t even know what F-ing stage this is yet! But she insisted that if the doctor had thought it was urgent she would have made the call to squeeze me in. I GUESS I’ll trust them on this. Sometimes I wonder if I need to be more of an asshole to get what I want. Probably everyone would say yes.
In one of the stupidest ways possible, I leaked the info to my first friend - my college roommate who fortunately enough is a doctor. Somehow while I had put her on hold to take the call from the dr’s office, my fat ole face managed to mash the right combination of buttons on my Iphone to conference the calls together and even dial a random person. Luckily I managed to hang up on the random person before it got through. Seriously, I don’t even know how to conference people together on purpose.
Anyway, Dr. Roommate heard the whole exchange between the unhelpful receptionist and me. She said she was going to ask me point blank if it was lymphoma or infectious in nature anyway as soon as I mentioned lymph nodes. Guess you can’t be too specific with medically savvy folks. I’m relieved to get it off my chest to one person, even if I hadn’t planned on telling her first. To top it off, her husband is having brain surgery tomorrow to remove a tumor!! She would have been one of the last people I wanted to burden my news on – she and all the friends who just had babies. But in a way, now we have our bad news together while everyone is sharing good news.
I started crying on the way home from lunch about it. We’re only 34! We’re young. Why us? Why are we like some crazy soap opera? One has a brain tumor and the other has cancer? Seriously when did life start imitating Grey’s Anatomy?
Well, I am looking forward to using this as an excuse to go on our Yellowstone trip though I know I’m not going to do any hard core hiking and activities. And I am looking forward to keeping Dr. Roommate company tomorrow at UCLA while her husband undergoes surgery. I have a feeling I might have a good cry or two.
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