Oh, and by the way, after my excellent cholesterol scores yesterday, I am having a hefty basket of fried seafood from the company cafeteria today for lunch. Oops. Sometimes I wonder if they TRY to kill off their employees with their continual menu of unhealthy foods, or if it's just a side effect.
Yesterday was a good physician day.
The doctor at work (there were 5 full-time physicians on-site here last year, since there are thousands of employees in several buildings throughout the area -- of course, dunno what the headcount is THIS year, things being what they are) is very pleasant and down to earth. I like seeing him every year. He's also funny in a low-key way (I don't really want my medical care providers channeling Robin Williams in any case -- besides which I can't stand that man, though I hope whatever his recent medical problem was has cleared up). So after I updated him on my boob cancer news & treatment, and he explained my test results to me (yay for good scores!) he asked, "So other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?" *snarf*
Okay, I realize it may not have been THAT funny, but he is part of my continuing "See! I do too like (any other) doctors!" defensiveness.
This is a trait (the liking, not the defensiveness) I hope carries over, since they have just officially approved my transfer to another oncologist. Her team will be the one treating me going forward during chemo AND also for my eternal follow ups (every 6 months, and then after a while, every year).
The process of selecting her reminds me of a traditional arranged marriage (or a demented version of The Dating Game): you can be matched with Bachelor #1 or Bachelor #2. Choose. Now. No, you can't meet them first. Yes, you will be stuck with them for the rest of your life. Good luck!
Yesterday was a good physician day.
The doctor at work (there were 5 full-time physicians on-site here last year, since there are thousands of employees in several buildings throughout the area -- of course, dunno what the headcount is THIS year, things being what they are) is very pleasant and down to earth. I like seeing him every year. He's also funny in a low-key way (I don't really want my medical care providers channeling Robin Williams in any case -- besides which I can't stand that man, though I hope whatever his recent medical problem was has cleared up). So after I updated him on my boob cancer news & treatment, and he explained my test results to me (yay for good scores!) he asked, "So other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?" *snarf*
Okay, I realize it may not have been THAT funny, but he is part of my continuing "See! I do too like (any other) doctors!" defensiveness.
This is a trait (the liking, not the defensiveness) I hope carries over, since they have just officially approved my transfer to another oncologist. Her team will be the one treating me going forward during chemo AND also for my eternal follow ups (every 6 months, and then after a while, every year).
The process of selecting her reminds me of a traditional arranged marriage (or a demented version of The Dating Game): you can be matched with Bachelor #1 or Bachelor #2. Choose. Now. No, you can't meet them first. Yes, you will be stuck with them for the rest of your life. Good luck!
And just like an arranged date, I am kind of nervous -- I had better get along with her and her team since there is no WAY they will switch me again.
Originally, I had hoped to be transferred to the same oncologist who's been treating my PoW (Pearl of wisdom) for 12 years. and who PoW very much likes. Her treatment days were coincidentally on Thursdays. Also coincidentally, she will be unavailable for patient care for the next month, due to a hospital rotation requirement. Boo! (This reminds me of college, when every advisor I wasnted to work with in the history department would be going on sabbatical for my junior year. Timing is all and I became an English major instead.)
So instead the social worker at the hospital suggested 2 other breast cancer oncologists who she had worked with, and I quickly scanned their brief bios on the hospital site, and went, "Uh... uh.... her!" since the physician I chose mentioned her interest in integrative medicine.
This approach (the integrative medicine, not my selection method!) strikes me as very sensible, since it treats the whole person, and not just the medical symptoms, the way that traditional Western medicine does. (There is also a difference between integrative and alternative medicine, by the way.)
Okay, lunch time is over, and now it's time to go photocopy the 10 MegaMillions tickets my co-workers and I chipped in for: tonight's jackpot is $225 million! I consider my $2 share to be an entertainment fee, and not really a serious chance of winning, but $2 is fine for amusement value, no?
Originally, I had hoped to be transferred to the same oncologist who's been treating my PoW (Pearl of wisdom) for 12 years. and who PoW very much likes. Her treatment days were coincidentally on Thursdays. Also coincidentally, she will be unavailable for patient care for the next month, due to a hospital rotation requirement. Boo! (This reminds me of college, when every advisor I wasnted to work with in the history department would be going on sabbatical for my junior year. Timing is all and I became an English major instead.)
So instead the social worker at the hospital suggested 2 other breast cancer oncologists who she had worked with, and I quickly scanned their brief bios on the hospital site, and went, "Uh... uh.... her!" since the physician I chose mentioned her interest in integrative medicine.
This approach (the integrative medicine, not my selection method!) strikes me as very sensible, since it treats the whole person, and not just the medical symptoms, the way that traditional Western medicine does. (There is also a difference between integrative and alternative medicine, by the way.)
Okay, lunch time is over, and now it's time to go photocopy the 10 MegaMillions tickets my co-workers and I chipped in for: tonight's jackpot is $225 million! I consider my $2 share to be an entertainment fee, and not really a serious chance of winning, but $2 is fine for amusement value, no?
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