I won't be offended if you don't want to reply, honestly! I just want to dump this somewhere.
CT scan last Tuesday. As always, a follow up appointment was booked for Friday and, as is the norm nowadays, it was by telephone. As I'm sure will be familiar to any of you reading this, sleep on Thursday night was impossible: I would have had an easier time getting hold of Boris Johnson's pin number - so alarm was set and I got up in plenty of time.
Onc. phoned at the right time - we had a few words about Tamoxifen side effects and then he announced that my last CT scan months ago showed everything was stable and so the best thing to do would be to send me for a CT scan! I told him I had had one just this week which was evidently news to him. He told me the results wouldn't be back for at least a fortnight.....a fortnight?! They always have the results within a couple of days! Whether this is because the CT scan was done in a portacabin in the car park instead of the actual hospital, I don't know but a fortnight's wait? So what did he think he was phoning me for?! Couldn't he see it in my notes? Is it even in my notes? He sounded surprised that I would be upset and stressed by the delay.
Don't they understand that these results are the thing we live for? That since Tuesday night neither me or my OH has thought about anything else? Now we have to wait another fortnight. I veer between angry, stressed, worried....whole range of emotions. I told him my nerves were on edge waiting for this results but it made no difference. I mean, I am 99.99% sure all is as it was - going by how I feel physically - but that's not the same as knowing, is it? I especially wanted to know for my OH's sake - he panics himself stupid over these things - for example: I only have to cough and he attacks me with the thermometer, convinced it's Covid; I smoke, so I cough a LOT - and we had agreed that if it was no change, he was going to try to stop worrying until the next CT scan.
He's already had one GORD attack (like an indigestion attack but times 100, for those who don't know) which I am convinced is through worrying - stress is a factor in GORD. - and I feel so guilty for putting him through this for another fortnight. I know it's not *my* fault and he tells me this all the time, but that doesn't help.
Ah well - thanks for reading, if you did! Dumping it here has made me feel a bit better - I can't dump it on my OH, bless him, so again I am grateful for the chance to dump it on people who understand - like he does - but who are not emotionally invested in me, like he is.
Exactly! You see, for around a year I have had - not a pain, exactly, but an awareness of a sensation on my right hand side, at the top end of the ribcage. It's mildly uncomfortable but nothing to take pain relief over. I have been assuming it was either my liver or the gall bladder (I have some right old fun and games with indigestion, which makes me wonder gall bladder? But everything I have heard suggests that gall bladder pain is crippling and it's definitely not that.) I've kept telling myself that "if it IS the liver, it's not agony and each CT scan shows either shrinkage or stability, so stop worrying!"
Now I'm wondering - is it my rib cage itself? So many other little aches and pains that I had put down to other causes = are they really bad posture or ye olde hockey stick shin incident rearing its arthritic head again? I can see that at this rate, I'm going to get the Denusomab injections and see which bones feel better. I see no other way of finding out which bones it's in! So I know exactly what you mean!
I thought I had it all sorted out in my head what was where and what caused what pains. Then, if I got a headache or stomach ache or anything else ache, I could tell myself to STFU - the cancer is nowhere near there and besides, red wine always = headache. But now I have no idea where it is and, frankly, no confidence in the doctors.
Hahahaha - my dad, being a bit of a 50's/60's fanatic, often used to say of someone "he's Joe Loss's brother - Dead Loss!" Seeing you say it reminded me and made me laugh!
I think all this Covid/telephone appointment nonsense isn't helping - I find it hard to be insistent on the phone but face to face, I have no problem. I would have asked him to look at the scans then and there and probably would not have left his office until he did. I really don't see any reason why he could not find out for me or even remember from one week to the next what treatment he's offered. I know he sees a lot of people but as you say, this is starting to feel like DIY treatment!
(yes, the new site design is a right pain in the whatsits - it takes me ages to log in and so when I finally manage it, I have to rush to read and reply before it logs me out again! Why fix what ain't broke?!)
Hi MooCoo,
I was intrigued with your title & felt I had to reply. Sometimes it`s good to rant and even rant again!! Getting rid of your pent up frustrations, disappointments, irritations or anger is surely a good thing. Giving your OH a broadside or the "hairdrier treatment" might not be as effective as directing your rant in our direction on this community. These pages can serve as an invaluable source of empathy and understanding. No one on this community will judge you, we have no right to do that but we will support anyone who requires or asks for support, a friendly ear can ease the burden of anger and frustration, so rant away anytime you want.
Take care, Tom.
Dear MooCoo! Don't be polite and patient anymore! Tell them off ! At least you can feel better after letting the fumes out
I think the phone appointments are the worst thing the COVID situation made for us. We are not people, not a person anymore. I think it is totally wrong
Well, I have today emailed them the form to request my medical records along with the two forms of ID. This seems to be the only way I can find out where the mets are and how many there are. They don't make it easy, do they? I keep leaving it, thinking that my anger will dissipate as time goes on but it's obviously not going to.
I have just received a dentist appointment for December - this is to check the Denusomab isn't damaging my jaw bone - problem is, I won't have signed the consent form by then, much less have started the injections. We really are the forgotten victims of Covid, aren't we?
Oh, don't start me on the subject of cancer patients as forgotten victims of covid! Like so many, I had my treatment stopped in March. I had been in and out of hospital throughout January and February, and that pattern continued in April, May, June & July. I finally started chemo in August, after a scan showed there was no more time to lose.
A subsequent scan shows that the chemo appears to be working. But I can't help thinking that, if I'd started it in April, as I should have done, my lungs wouldn't be so badly damaged and I wouldn't now be dependent on continuous oxygen. I'm awaiting delivery of a walker that I think is sturdy enough to hold an oxygen cylinder. Until I have that, I'm effectively housebound. (I use a wheelchair for hospital appointments.)
If I allow myself to think about it I become both furious and depressed at the lost time. I find it particularly infuriating because I was right there, in the Royal Marsden, all that time. They could so easily have treated me. Grrr.
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