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.
I love the NO BAD NEWS part!
You are so funny, Joyce! Hang in there. And call again! Email again! Your inner brat deserves an answer…it’s her life too!!
It’s not bratty to expect the information when she said she’d call, and her ambiguous comment leaves you hanging. It’s true the NO BAD NEWS comment is worth your focus by the squeaky wheel gets the grease, as they say, so call/write/text (but no salacious pix) and get what you need.
then again salacious pix do seem to get attention…
As I said in my tomb with the previous blog entry, we can get to the moon; so, what’s the delay?? School Counselors were expected to return all calls before going home for cocktails, and sometimes that meant staying very late. However, that did not mean that everyone “obeyed.” Slip her a forget-me-not pill next time you meet.
Take care, sweetie.
Sigh. Waiting is so wearing with cancer. But it seems inevitable, with all the tests, etc. I suggest noisy distractions for your inner brat, Joyce. Something cheap, flashy and maybe tasty. Hmm….
OOOP! “tome,” not “tomb.” I always click on “send” too soon. bonnie
I was hoping you weren’t referring to your epitaph, Bonnie.
Thanks, Jane. I like the flashy and tasty idea. I’m not easily satisfied by cheap, so I doubt inner brat is either.
Personally, I vote for the salacious reply. Always gets a response and noticed. Do Mary Ann and Jane know each other…can’t help but think that “salacious,” and “something cheap, flashy and (maybe) tasty” go together. What do you think?
Traffic sucks, and so does patience…
Hey Bonnie, “tomb-by-ahh!” Not to worry, I don’t know anyone who hasn’t clicked on send too soon (huh, Sen. Wiener). Don’t you hate that!!
Well, Joyce I’m certainly hoping you hear by the time we see you and Joanie on Friday…looking forward! Ciao!! (keep heart)…
Joyce, I hope today will bring some answers or at least a definite date for a face-to-face. I’m still looking forward to seeing you when you have a few moments to call your own for someone outside your daily fringes. I don’t know how your schedule goes, and I’m sure you don’t a good deal of the time.
Tony: I have enjoyed your wit since the early blog days. And you have NO idea the trouble I have created for myself with the anxious fingers on the send button. I’m glad I’m in good company (not Mr. the “addicted” senator ).Wish I were joining you all on Friday. It’s got to be fun!!
I’m still working on the alien skittering out of your chest and across the general flotsam of half chewed bagels and partially drunk coffee at next week’s business meeting O-:
I hope your oncologist has finally given you the info you having been waiting for all week.
Otherwise, who is going to get et next week? Perhaps your oncologist if she’s not careful!
Have fun today whatever you’re doing.
love,
K