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Thursday, June 16, 2005

Met with the surgeon yesterday, and GB & I really liked him – he listened carefully to our concerns, and answered our questions patiently and clearly, and also with great sense of humor.

The problem that I’m dealing with is not immediately life threatening, and so finding an oncology surgeon who is available immediately will be nearly impossible. We were given the option of seeing someone else, but even someone else (who was not recommended as the best at this, and does not have a record of over 300 successful surgeries done without a single infection or vocal loss) would be a wait of three to four weeks. This surgeon will be available in about five weeks, and is working with us to try to get us in as soon as possible to work around some business trips GB is scheduled with. With the way I’m feeling in general, being more concerned about the side effects of the surgery (greatest risk is permanent voice diminishment/loss) than with the cancer in general, GB and I agree we would rather wait just a few extra weeks for a surgeon I can have full confidence in.

So that's the gist.

Other details of the story involve a frantic drive through lunchtime rush hour in Annapolis to get back up to Baltimore, a quick hair color and eyebrow tweeze (if you have to ask why one can't meet their future surgeon with roots, you aren't a woman) and nearly collapsing when I had to walk through the big doors that said "CANCER CENTER" and follow signs that say "Chemotherapy & Radiation Therapy this way"... I wouldn't have made it without GB holding my hand, I simply wouldn't have.

They took me in the back to do a quick exam, which of course started with me filling out paperwork. And there's that long checklist of medical history, and I had to laugh out loud when I came to this part:

Check if you have in the last 6 months:
_____ experienced shortness of breath (SOB)
_____ woken up with SOB


I looked over at my adoring husband, who had jumped through hoops to hold my hand, and thought "well, maybe not today...."

Of course, I get back to work, and that same jerk host who thinks I screwed everything up was whining about the girl who filled in for me last minute yesterday, and saying that AC never makes mistakes, and I'm trying to decide if I should call my boss and say "how many times have you been here when I've had to run down the hall and remind him to pay attention and put the report on because the music has been playing for 30 seconds and he was too busy writing "station property" on blank CDs?" but I've talked myself out of it (petty, finger-pointy, childish) everytime so far.

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In other news, I'm throwing up the white flag.

I simply can't keep control of the Spinning Wheel single-handedly, and I'm in search of a deputy. It's not hard work at all, but I feel I'm not doing the job I once could, and I think with one or two special helpers (you can wear a badge if you want) I'll be more comfortable that we've got a handle on things.

If you're at all interested, it's just a few extra minutes a week, divided up however you like, contact me (e-mail me or leave your address in the comments and I'll get back to you). I'll talk to you about what I do (or did, before life became so overwhelming) and you can decide if you want to do it, and then I'll give you the password and you can start randomly screwing with people's code at will.


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Hours Spent Knitting: 16
Rows Completed (of 222): 32
Estimated Time of Completion: 111 hours

10 Comments:

Blogger Rossana said...

Sending positive vibes to you and yours. (My mom ended up choosing to go with the oncological surgeon at her area Cancer Center and we felt very comfortable with that decision. She's now short one booby but longer--we hope--in life.) Be kind to yourself, ok? >>hugs<<

1:03 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good call on the surgeon.
I'd love to help with the spinning wheel, but I'm not qualified. And I expect you want non-malicious screwing with code, and I won't promise I won't be malicious.
Good call on husband, too.
You must be smart.
sallyjo

1:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Amie so glad to hear you like your surgeon (((((hugs))))
shaggy

3:21 PM  
Blogger Amy Boogie said...

I'm glad GB was there with you. I agree, I'd wait the 5 weeks to make sure I got to keep my voice. Afterall what would people do if they couldn't hear my constant chatter. Take care. I can help out with the spinning wheel. I don't know if I'll be able to do much in the fall but right now I have a bit of time to help out.

4:49 PM  
Blogger snowballinhell said...

Yay for GB and his hand-holding. Give him a hug on my behalf.

I spend all day at my desk in the office, some of it blogging or surfing blogs, and I'd be delighted to take a fex extra minutes out to help with the Spinning Wheel if you're still looking. Just let me know.

4:52 PM  
Anonymous Marcia said...

Just wanted to pass along something I saw at the grocery store and thought of you...Fleur de Sel, the REALLY expensive sea salt, has a warning on the package that it DOES NOT contain iodine. Is that something you could maybe use?

5:08 PM  
Blogger Amie said...

Ding ding ding! We have a winner!

Three actually!

I've now got three volunteers to assist with ring duties, so thanks to anyone else, the position is now filled! I'll send you ladies an e-mail to let you know what's involved once I get all the details squared away with ringsurf (I could have sworn I could add moderators!) and THANK YOU ALL!!!! With four of us working, no one should have to do too much at all to keep the ring as welcoming and friendly as I've tried to make it!

5:14 PM  
Blogger vi said...

it is good to wait for the one you feel confidence in
believe me amie
you did right
vi

5:23 PM  
Blogger CrazyFiberLady said...

I think you made a good call on the surgeon as well. I probably would have done the same thing. It is generally worth the wait.

I'll be more than happy to help out on the wheel in case you need more hands.

4:19 PM  
Blogger Elayne said...

You have good instincts Amie, so trust them. You did good and you won't be sorry about the choice of surgeon.
Wishing you well...

4:37 AM  

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