BLUESFEST!

I have to say that Bluesfest was a bit of a let down. First, I was too tired to go to it every day - and that's a bummer. Ordinarilly I would not only be at BF from open to close every day but I would work either a full day or a half day. This year, despite being off of work, I couldn't even go every day. I missed three days all together and wasn't there until later in the day even when I made it.

I must say however that the Bright Light Social Hour did not disappoint. They were so great that Laurie, Char and I skipped BF to head out to Neat Cafe in Burnstown to see them for the THIRD TIME IN A WEEK!! Tres awesome. I'm now officially a groupie. Check out my photo below of Laurie and I with the smallest guys to come out of Texas!

Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Mirsky Survives!

I show up at Mirsky's office a couple of minutes late and ask the receptionist if she needs my health card. "I don't think so" she replies as she looks at her computer and pulls out my file. I sit and open my book.

"Nothing has changed?" she asks after a minute or two. Huh? Well, I have three holes in my right side and there's less of me to love this time....hmm, how do I respond to that?? "Nothing's changed regarding what?" I ask. "The information on your health card". Ah, lightbulbs.

Soon I'm ushered into one of Mirsky's examination rooms where I continue to read. He pops his head in after only a couple of paragraphs. "You look great. You look like your going to have surgery, not like you just had an operation." Seriously, how do give a guy like that shit??

The visit was brief. We went over the pathology report again and some of the particular symptoms I am having. Nothing to worry about - no sweat - it may take up to two years for all the nerves to come back to life. The oncologist will call as soon as the hormone and Her-2 reports are in. That apparently could take another week or two - but I should hear from them before Christmas at least.

As for the drugs, he wanted to know what the hell I was doing that I needed more than 12 pills. While I was telling him he just shook his head and stared at me. "You can call me anytime and I'll give you more pills if you need them. Most people take it a little easier after surgery and do just fine with one every six hours." I'm not sure that's true, or whether his patients just don't tell him he's stingy with drugs. I told him that I had no trouble getting more and he just laughed and told me to say nothing else about it:)

Time for the examination. He just looked and said, "It looks great. I did a great job." I burst out laughing. I said he thought it looked good only because he did the cutting. "Trust me, when you're the cuttee - it looks like crap and sucks big time." He just laughed.

That's it. Now it's just wait for the last two reports and the call from the cancer institute to take the next steps. Right now my arm is feeling great and the incisions aren't doing too badly - although I appear to have a small infection at the edge of one of the incisions. Dr S called in some antibiotics for me however - so that's well in hand as well!

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