So far, the waiting is the hardest part of my cancer treatment — I mean the actual amount of time spent waiting for doctors to see me. Today I arrived a few minutes early for a 10:30 AM appointment. I gave some blood for lab tests and then waited until after 12:30 PM to see my doctor. I never even got the results of my tests — I’m still waiting for that. The funny thing is that I would probably still be waiting to see the doctor if I hadn’t decided to cry and inform the nurse that I was not going to wait any longer. After my display, the nurse got the doctor, I got my exam, I paid, and then I got to leave. I got home at 2:00 PM. This is just one of many days spent waiting in doctor offices. I once waited four hours.
The reason for today’s appointment was to monitor my progress since receiving my first chemo treatment. I appear to be fine. No temperature. No mouth sores. No breathing problems. No irregular heart sounds. Hopefully I won’t have to wait much longer to see if my blood counts have dropped. I’m still waiting to see if my hair will fall out — for this, I am willing to wait.
My second chemo comes this Friday, February 4th at 8:00 AM. Chemo is the least of my worries right now. The waiting has been far worse.