I’ve been waiting for my oncologist to call me with details of Friday’s PET scan since Monday at 10:20am. She emailed me at that time that “it shows changes from the radiation in the Right lower lobe of the lung.” She also remarked, “The other areas look better.” Then she promised to email me the PET scan report and call me “later today” with more specifics, adding “NO BAD NEWS.”
My inner brat; for whom life is a perpetual road trip with only one question; keeps whining, “When? When?” and kicking the back of the driver’s seat. I tell her to count license plates or occupy herself with crayons, but she’s not going for it.
I suppose I should be grateful my doctor answered my email, but what’s with the now-four-days-and-counting wait for a call back? I realize I’m not the sole cancer patient under her care, and that there are probably many others in far more dire circumstances. But…how long would it take to email the results? This makes me think that the radiation-related change to the right lower lobe might not be so positive. Perhaps my lung has become inhabited by one of those creepy Aliens from the Sigourney Weaver movie. I know my staff will be surprised when one of those things pops out of my chest during the next production meeting. Those meetings are pretty boring, so it might not be an entirely bad thing…particularly if I get to pick whom it eats next.
OK, back to inner brat who keeps inquiring, “When will we have the results? When will we have the results…and ARE WE THERE YET?” She won’t shut up, and her nasty little voice is keeping me up nights.
Maybe the doctor will phone me with results tomorrow. If not, I’ll feed the brat to the Alien and get some much needed sleep.