The waiting game...

I called my surgeon yesterday to check if maybe, just maybe my pathology report was back.

It wasn't. What I did find out is that their office scheduled my one week post-op appointment for two weeks out from my surgery. I changed that to this Friday, and then inquired about checking daily for my path report. Not only will they not tell me my results over the phone, but they will not even tell me if the reports are in. Which means when I show up on Friday I may or may not find out on that day if I have breast cancer. And here I was totally thinking I would take a half day for my appointment and go back to work. I've been pretty stoic during this, but finding out I have breast cancer and then going back to teach would even surpass what I'm capable of pulling off acting wise.

I did have some doctor luck, MD Anderson Cancer Center called me back and I have a tentative appointment with an oncologist just in case those pathology reports come back with the results that were expected. The woman who is my coordinator is fabulous and I am super impressed with how they handle things. The surgeon? Not so much so.

Dr.Sister called me and I told her about my "findings". She is amazed that this is the level of care from the surgeon and told me to ask him if it's the same standard of care he would give his mother, sister, or daughter. She uses that line with her residents- and it totally works. It's amazing how your job performance goes up when you picture the person you are doing work for as your blood relative.

I have been battling a sinus infection for almost two weeks now. I woke up this morning thinking my nose was running, only to get to the kleenex box and find it was blood. So making that appointment for after school today. There's a z-pack out there with my name on it.