As I suspected, my doctor’s appointment presented me with two options yesterday: start chemo now while we wait on my test to be run or wait.
As a reminder, this test could potentially (but not likely) tell me I don’t need chemo. Seems silly to start if there is a chance I don’t need it.
She was apologetic that this has taken so long.
One of my main concerns was that the company would begin running the OncoType DX test on my tumor when my insurance has not agreed to cover it.
The good news is that isn’t happening because, as of Friday, MD Anderson STILL hadn’t sent my tumor.
The bad news is that, as of Friday, MD Anderson STILL hadn’t sent my tumor.
Well, I guess the update is that there is no update.
Last week (three weeks after we met with our OKC oncologist), I talked with the nurse at OU Cancer Center. I got the vibe that I might have slipped through the cracks a little bit.
I’m not a person who talks about feelings and all of that mushy stuff. But, I feel like Valentine’s Day is a great opportunity to write about something that I feel deserves some recognition.
I got my drain pulled out today.
Boy, how I’ll miss it.
I’ll miss the stabbing feeling I would get when my shirt tugged on the tubing that was stitched into my side.
Today, OU Cancer Center called to schedule my chemo. “We have openings as soon as next Tuesday,” she said.