My first appointment of the day was to see Dr. S. before my next Herceptin infusion. Dr. S. always makes me feel like the most special patient in the entire clinic. He immediately came in and was eager to hug me, and then he proceeds to tell me how brave I am and how strong I am. He compliments me on how well I've handled treatment and how he says I don't let it define me or break me. I couldn't help but blush as he says all this to me. I am almost speechless as he says such nice things and continues to hug me. It was like he was ecstatic just to have me in the clinic today - alive and well. But I mostly valued how he sat with me today and listened to my fears about the breast cancer coming back and talked with me about it. He told me how my likeliness of relapse is very low based on all my tests and treatment successes and of course they will keep an eye on me for the next several years. He gave me a clean check-up and sent me downstairs for my infusion.
My next appointment was with Dr. L. for another follow up. She tested my reflexes and my stretching to make sure I have full range of motion again. She said she was very pleased with how I am healing and is very glad at how I am handling recovery. Dr. L. also talked to me about my fears of relapse and how I was panicking myself. I always love how she leaves my room with a smile - like our journey is going down the right path and the outlook is looking good.
My last appointment was with the ever-so-handsome Dr. A.for a final check up of the day. We talked about the BABC party this past weekend and I plan to send him all the pictures I took from the event. He took a look at my incisions and is very happy with the slow progress they are making. He even cut some of the necrosis away while I was in clinic today, so I know that will help speed things along. I was glad to hear positive reports - whoot whoot - and hear him compliment how well I'm caring for the wounds. Go me! Although he says things are healing nicely, he still wants to see me next week, at which time he will pump these bad boys up again! I'm excited for the expansion, not eager about the pain to come with it.
He used the word 'fondled' today. I couldn't help but crack up - just the way he said it.
The only part of my day that drug me down was the talk of money. In two different offices today, I was approached, or rather cornered, by the financial counselors. They both wanted money, which I don't have. Jeremy is started work in the next few weeks, so I'll have a better idea of my finances by then, but they kept wanting answers now. They want me to commit to a payment plan or some kind of auto-draft. They keep stressing that the amount should be paid in full over the next year to 18 months. But if there's nothing to draft or send, what do they want me to do? It's not like I'm sitting on a pile of cash and am just refusing to give it to them? One of the counselors kept stressing to me that the accounts were over 6 months old. Am I stupid when I reply with 'So what?'? I'm going to be receiving treatment at these offices for at least the next year. The amount I'm going to owe them is going to go up. What does it matter if it is paid now? Or at a later date - when I actually have money? I don't like being rude or hostile to people, but by the end of the day I was ready to snap at someone if they asked for another penny. I know I owe money- I'm in debt to the clinic. But even student loans get a 6 month grace period once you graduate before they are due. I swear I'm not going to take the clinics services and then run off into oblivion. I will pay what I owe - I just need time to finish fighting first.
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