Yesterday was my first full day back in Irvine. I had a doctor’s appointment. Had one today too. Tomorrow? Of course.
This is getting a little crazy. None of them are terrible, but each is time consuming. Today’s oncology appointment took nearly three hours door-to-door.
Here’s where we stand. Eyes are fine. No sign of diabetic damage or trauma. I’ve got cataracts, but not at a stage where they need to come out.
“Driving at night isn’t as much fun anymore?” He asked rhetorically.
Let’s just stipulate now, getting older sucks.
I’ve never used perfunctory in a sentence, but it perfectly describes today’s oncology appointment–perfunctory. There’s no cancer in me at the moment. That’s the assumption based on all the data we’ve got. Heavy duty concern isn’t necessary.
Don’t get cancer if you don’t like being weighed. Every time I see a doctor I see a scale first. 168.2 pounds today fully clothed. I’m almost where I was before I met Helaine’s baking.
I’m told the co-pay on the chemo pills I’ll be taking while undergoing radiation (3 pills, twice a day, Monday through Friday for six weeks) is $700. The pills themselves come from a special pharmacy and are hand delivered, signature required. They aren’t controlled substances, but they’re treated like gold because they’re about as expensive. Remember, the $700 is only my end.
Speaking of radiation, tomorrow I go for my consultation. The treatment will be explained and I’ll have the “ray gun” electronically fitted to me. There’s a CATscan in the mix too.
My guess is radiation itself starts next week. It is five minutes a day for six weeks. Five minutes? Who am I kidding?