I had an early appointment first with Dr. R., who had no new news as to why I'm still having 'gastric distress' this far after chemo. All my tests have come back normal and even a few rounds of antibiotics haven't made a difference. I'm starting to think it is all in my head. But he assures me that he doesn't think that and has a few more ideas to try and relieve my symptoms. He discussed that the liver ultrasound showed some fatty deposits, which I already knew were there. He suggested a healthy diet and losing weight to help with that. I think he just lost some points with me.
After lunch I went to the infusion center for my next Herceptin treatment. They were running behind today, so I got to watch some classic Law and Order: SVU while I waited. My labs came back normal, except that my RBCs are down, making me a little anemic. They've been down for the past few sessions, so I'm not sure if this is a temporary thing or not? I guess we'll just have to see how they look at the next infusion. Which - according to my strategic planning and observation, I only have 3 more Herceptin infusions to go and I am done! I gotta figure out a way to party and celebrate!
And last but not least I stopped for an appointment with Dr. A. and his PA. I think he's trying to get away with only making 'guest appearances' during his appointments. I like his PA and the rest of the staff - I just hate the feeling that the DR is trying to distance themselves from you. I already feel like Dr. L. is trying to do that, now Dr.A. might be next. But I'm a big girl! Big girls don't cry! Or something like that.
He told me I haven't been massaging my boobs enough, which I kind of knew. Well really I'm just too gentle with them - like I'm gonna break them or something. Oh yeah and it's painful trying to deep tissue massage these bad boys when it feels like they got a 3 pound rock in each one. But if they don't soften up then I won't be ready for my first surgery - so I will conquer this hurdle too. *evil laugh here*
PA pumped my boobs up some more this time and I got to talk to her about my treatments, the upcoming surgery and any funny Dr. A. stories I could think of. I have a few.
I usually leave my doctor appointments in Dallas in a very good mood. Most of the time they start out good and always end on a good note. I can't say enough how much I love the care I get there - from all of my doctors. I know that no one has any idea who I am there, but I always feel like a celebrity when I walk in. Like "this is my hospital and I'm glad to be here - bitches!" If I had any idea of how it would work, I've often thought about moving to Dallas and working for the hospital, because some part of my brain says it's a great idea and that I'd be Da Bomb at anything I do there. Hell I already act like I own the place now!
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