Okay, no photos for this post, just milestone dates:
December 8, 2017 CT Scans day
May 5, 2017 Last previous CT Scan day
January 15, 2017 Swallowed first 80mg Tagrisso pill
Whoa. That’s seven (7) months between scans! Was I apprehensive on December 8, 2017? Nope. I was more concerned that my cabbie might not show up in time or at all. I don’t believe taxi drivers will show up until they show up.
Non-emergency medical cab rides are subsidized by my city in California. I like it. The $45 round-trip costs me $8 plus a small tip dictated by my mood and the driver’s attitude. The subsidy has nothing to do with the resident’s financial status. The city simply loves its adorable seniors. Had I known about the subsidy sooner, I would have not gotten lost looking for doctor’s offices using the public transportation system. It always happens to the new kid in town. But hey! I learned something new in each of those bad-hair sweaty days plus they provided fodder for my blog. Always looking at the bright side!
My one-man-band Onc, Dr Smiley, does things differently from the Oncs in teaching hospitals. First he orders the blood tests then we do a face-to-face talk to discuss the results. This time, he said all the readings were fine except my liver enzymes were high. What could that be, I asked. It could be an infection, it could be cancer, he said. What! I’ve had those high liver enzymes before and they were caused by neither infection nor cancer. I remember returning to my alma mater Google University to find out more about AST’s and ALT’s and I came up with all things that were music to my ears. I wanted to tell him that but I didn’t. I simply smiled to match the built-in smile on his face. Then he scheduled my chest and abdomen CT Scans at a hospital with which his practice connects.
This hospital does things differently too. They had me drink this chalky barium concoction over a two-hour period prior to the CT Scans. Then came the CT Scan motions.
The scans took place on a Friday. The following Monday morning a message from Dr Smiley lit my smart phone, which is always on Mute so that I’ll miss all calls and appear important. The results must be in, I presumed. The phone also indicated there was a text message from my son. I checked that one first. Priorities. In response to my text, he said he had used two kinds of sauces on the fried tofu that he served me in his house the day before Thanksgiving. I fought the feeling of perpetuating the culinary arts conversation. I had to move on to listen to Dr Smiley’s voice message.
The message actually came through the female secretary’s voice. Everything is fine, she said. The chest is good, the abdomen is good. The tiny nodules too many to count still showed up in both lungs but they are stable. If you have any questions, give me a call. I thought, here we go again. The nameless dots in my lungs aren’t going nowhere. In my mind I declared them scar tissues.
Here’s another thing that the good doctor does differently: No face-to-face meeting to discuss good scans results. I find that strange, but holy guacamole, good news is good news which ever way it is shared.