I went to get my results today, and my oncologist didn’t have my report that I have stressed about the past week.
I know I’m just one of many patients who have scans, but to each and every one of us, those scans reveal the golden egg or the rotten one. How does one get “lost in the system”? How come it took my oncologist several attempts just to get someone to dig around in that “vast system” to find my scan.
We were in her office for two hours. She finally reached a doctor and was reassured, after skimming over my scan, that nothing had changed.
Why does it take a week to read a scan and send the report to the doctor if a scan can be skimmed over in 5 minutes? Something stinks and I have to say I’m quite riled up at the moment.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy and very grateful that there appears to be no change, but I have absolutely no confidence in the facility I had my scan taken. Is this like the original scan where the first doctor recommended antibiotics for cancer—or the second doctor who told me not to lose any sleep? It’s the one and only time I will go there for a test.
What I’m really over is the worry about cancer rearing its ugly head again. I waste too many days before and after a scan dealing with the physical exhaustion anxiety causes. I either don’t eat, or I overeat. I don’t sleep and can’t focus on much. I have to busy myself with constant activity to get through the days until I am given the results of my scan.
But—oh. my. gosh. I refuse to let my fear get the better of me again!
Maybe I needed this little snafu on the part of the radiologist to show me that I need to live. Now.
This was the nice version of my rant. The one going on in my head is filled with a bunch of name calling and unsavory words.