For now I am done with surgeries I am still uneven but I need to heal and honestly I am tired of being sliced and diced. My surgeon still wants to balance me out but I am in no rush to have another surgery. I need time to heal.
I am feeling better and stronger and as long as I don’t wear a shirt with stripes the girls look great. At my visit with my oncologist this would be my 3 year mark. I know hard to believe all this has been in 3 years. I am finally getting to the point that my oncology checkups will be every six months instead of every three. This should cut down on a little stress. I always feel stressed waiting to go to the oncologist and waiting for the blood test results. The oncologist is very upbeat she says she thinks I have only a small likely hood of recurrence which is encouraging. She did tell me that I need to stop reading the magazines that I get in the mail. I get cancer magazines about new treatments, test and other cancer related information but she thinks they are adding to my stress. She actually took the magazine I brought into ask her about. She said I can’t read them again until I felt more confident about my survival.
She again did something that most doctors don’t do she hugged me. This one thing that she did may seem small to others but to me it was huge. It made me feel that I was not just patient Woolard, Tammy but that I was a person, a mother, wife, daughter, sister and friend. I was a person who mattered and needed to be treated like I did. I am so glad I finally changed oncologist I feel so much better with this one than my last one. I wish I had changed sooner but better late than never.
If you take anything from my entries and past misery let this be the one thing; trust your instincts. My instinct told me my lump was not just a cyst, and they told me to change oncologist.