My date with Dr. McCutiePie
Well, not a date, actually....sigh.
I went for a follow up visit at Radiation Oncology and all is well. What a trip down memory lane and quite the boost to my ego as everyone from Dr. Cutiepie to the secretaries and radiation techs kept going on about how good I looked. I think it had more to do with how bad I looked at the end of my treatment cycle than anything else. Dr. C asked how I felt relative to before getting sick and I honestly think I feel better. I'm about 30 lbs thinner than I was in April and I'd lost 20 lbs through dieting prior to that. I'm not dragging around 50 lbs of extra weight and that means more energy, lower blood pressure etc as sharinlilbit can well attest.
Dr. Cutiepie still believes all of my salivary function will return and I do hope that's true, but honestly, it's livable. Inconvenient, but livable. We were talking and I mentioned my grandson (okay, I rattle on about him to everyone from the mailman to the cleaning crew at work) and he asked how old I was. I said I was 53 and he said, "wow. you don't look old enough to have grandchildren." So, maybe he's used to looking at really sick people, but how can you not love such a guy? And he's compassionate and caring too--back in August he called just to make sure I'd gotten the good results of my PET scan, in case my regular oncologist hadn't given them to me (he had.)
As I walked through the hospital and back to my car, I kept remembering how it felt last summer--the uncertainty, the weakness, the nausea that followed me around like a shadow. I hope like hell that the cancer stays away, but just feeling good is a gift unto itself.
And the good news is....I get to see Dr. C one more time. Thanks to the continuing (though improving) dry mouth, I go back in May.
I went for a follow up visit at Radiation Oncology and all is well. What a trip down memory lane and quite the boost to my ego as everyone from Dr. Cutiepie to the secretaries and radiation techs kept going on about how good I looked. I think it had more to do with how bad I looked at the end of my treatment cycle than anything else. Dr. C asked how I felt relative to before getting sick and I honestly think I feel better. I'm about 30 lbs thinner than I was in April and I'd lost 20 lbs through dieting prior to that. I'm not dragging around 50 lbs of extra weight and that means more energy, lower blood pressure etc as sharinlilbit can well attest.
Dr. Cutiepie still believes all of my salivary function will return and I do hope that's true, but honestly, it's livable. Inconvenient, but livable. We were talking and I mentioned my grandson (okay, I rattle on about him to everyone from the mailman to the cleaning crew at work) and he asked how old I was. I said I was 53 and he said, "wow. you don't look old enough to have grandchildren." So, maybe he's used to looking at really sick people, but how can you not love such a guy? And he's compassionate and caring too--back in August he called just to make sure I'd gotten the good results of my PET scan, in case my regular oncologist hadn't given them to me (he had.)
As I walked through the hospital and back to my car, I kept remembering how it felt last summer--the uncertainty, the weakness, the nausea that followed me around like a shadow. I hope like hell that the cancer stays away, but just feeling good is a gift unto itself.
And the good news is....I get to see Dr. C one more time. Thanks to the continuing (though improving) dry mouth, I go back in May.