Last day of the year and the decade ...

The past few weeks have been nothing but a whirlwind of doctor's appointments and waiting. Waiting for a treatment plan to materialize. My surgeon told me the tumor block had to be sent to California, not so that Arnold could kick it's ass, not so that it would fall of the party boat into Lake Havasu, but rather so that it could be analyzed and compared against the tumors of thousands of other women. Other women whose presentation and outcome might have been much different than mine. Other women who have gone before me, had surgery and treatments, whose outcomes had been measured and would now form the basis for my treatment.

Surgery on the 2nd meant that surely the tumor would be winging it's way West by the time of my first follow up with the surgeon. No, not December 11th. Surely I couldn't have believed it would go so quickly. There were labs to call, plans to be made. Well, then perhaps by the time I saw the oncologist on the 15th! Uhm, no, still not in the mail. However, we should know soon. Soon it was the 22nd and the radiation oncologist told me that no results were received as of yet. It is only on the eve of my next oncology appointment that I am informed that the tumor was sent the 18th. Three weeks after surgery. And with two weeks processing time it would be over a month until I knew the outcome. Disgusted I stayed home yesterday instead of making my appointment at the Dyson Center. The valet parking boys could park someone else's car. I was not playing the "how are you feeling? Fine. We have no information yet..." game.

So I wait. Today comes the call that I have to inform the lab in Ca. that it is okay to release the results to my MD. Apparently I can't have the results released to me. I have to wait yet another long weekend before I know what lies before me.

What a way to welcome the New Year. Waiting.