December 21, 2011
The Oncologist
It is way past my bedtime; that’s because I’m going to see the oncologist in about nine hours for my checkup and rather than facing it bravely like a grown-up, 44-year-old woman, I just plain old want to wake up my mother and say, “Ma-ma” into the phone like a little kid.
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Thinking of you today!
How did your appt go Marie??
Cathy
Debbie and Cathy,
Same old appointment (which is good and bad): “Tumor markers look fine… what? You’re still not taking Tamoxifen? See you in three months, non-compliant patient…”
“Non-compliant”–a synonym for “Dutch”?
Glad to hear things went well.
Debbie,
That’s funny.
Yes, we Dutchies are very stubborn, or as I like to say, “We’re a very determined people.”
I was actually supposed to go to the oncologist this past December, but I was sick as a dog with a bad cold and didn’t feel like it. I plan on going before April (my “diagnosis month”), so don’t worry.
-Marie