The phone rang early for me. It was Michelle from my gastroenterologist’s office. She began somewhere in the second page.
I didn’t say that, but she got the point.
Didn’t say that either.
She thought hers was my second call about an addition to my schedule. Nope, the first.
After consultation, my surgeon, cardiologist and gastroenterologist decided I need an ERCP (Endoscopic retrograde cholangiopancreatography). Every procedure is interrelated. This one has to fit in without screwing up anything else.
My doctors know I want to be aggressive so they say yes for me before I get a chance. I think it works better this way, but it’s complex.
I developed jaundice with my bile duct clogged. This will be solved by my Whipple. Until then it’s prone to infection (and I have to wear colors which don’t clash with yellow). Another stent. My bile duct will resume functioning properly. Infection averted.
I’ll be under full anesthesia as they snake another tube down my throat. The guy who’s doing it was gentle the last time. I’m hoping. No one wants to do this.
Does it upset me more unpleasant stuff has been scheduled? Sure. But I’m on the conveyor belt and I need to take it to the end.