Sometimes the opportunity to take a road trip presents itself. However, in my case, it’s one of those decisions that saying “no” is not an option.
As it turns out, my doctor dropped a mini landmine into my lap today during my monthly oncology visit. I had arrived at the hospital assuming the normal things: some bloodwork, a little chitchat with the doctor, and a port flush. Before I know it, I’d be back home to eat some lunch and change for work.
Little did I realize that the “chitchat” would involve my doctor telling me that my case had been in the hands of both practicing doctors and research ones post chemo treatments. As it turns out, the possibility of doing radiation is still very much in the air. Except I’m a statistic now and the doctors are split completely down the middle on the next step.
Thus enters the road trip proposition: my oncologist wants to send me to MD Anderson to do some tests and talk with a panel of doctors to discuss if radiation is necessary. He wants one of the largest cancer centers in the U.S. to be the tiebreaker.
I cannot help but feel like both a sporting event and a science experiment.
I’m glad that the doctor is taking all the right precautions and I’m lucky to have his connections to MD Anderson.
However, this does little to quell the paranoia about what will happen right before the holidays and into the New Year. As if my work, social life, and school situations make any sense at this point.
I see myself streamlining my life a bit. I will not spill my guts here because I do not know the outcome yet.
Stay tuned…
