I had an appt with my oncologist today.
It's funny how I can feel perfectly fine and yet walking into the office, I immediately felt a bit of anxiety. I felt the blood pressure increase ever so slightly. The irrational brain was working overtime.
The people at the office are all wonderful, kind, sweet, reassuring, I could go on and on.
I sat for a bit in the waiting room. Patients currently receiving chemo get called first for morning appointments.
I got called for my blood test; the vein in my left arm was less cooperative than usual today.
Back to the waiting room.
It didn't help that the TV in the waiting room was tuned to the TODAY show and the hosts were discussing yesterday's mass shooting in California. My blood boils when I think of how easy it is to get a gun in the US. It is ridiculous really.
I got called for my vitals check...BP--perfect, temp 98 degrees; I have never once been 98.6, weight--higher than I'd like, perfect for "fighting weight".
Then I was escorted to an exam room. Alone with my thoughts I sat for about a half hour. A half hour alone with my thoughts is rarely a good thing. I am not sure if this is by design or not but my oncologist's office is on the ground floor of the hospital and reception on my cell is almost non existent. I didn't even have Lexelous to occupy my mind.
I could hear Dr. K in the hall taking calls and dictating notes on a previous patient.
Then it was my turn.
"Perfect" blood work.
I knew it. I feel fine. People say I look good. My skin tone is a healthy color. I've said it before; grey is great for a cardigan, it's not a good skin tone!
I need to go back in April with a PET scan ahead of the appt. All is well, let the holiday celebrating begin!