Stumbling on a Piece of Humble Pie

by Maggan

in Diagnosis,Health Care,Pathology,Physicians,Prognosis

Breast cancer excision

“Yesterday was horrific, “ says  Dr. Guru’s assistant when I call to complain that he never called with the pathology results, as promised. “I had to snatch him to even get one second.” She lets out a deep sigh, the kind that seems to come from  the bone marrow, not from the lungs.

I feel guilty for nagging her about my pathology results. I have no problem understanding the plethora of emergencies Dr. Guru must face each and every day.

“And he is going on vacation, you know,” his assistant tells me.

I imagine the scene: Phones ringing. Faxes rattling. Lights flashing. Intercoms blaring: Dr. Guru, Dr. Guru. Line 2. Dr. Guru, Dr. Guru, OR 5. Patients, like me, but a lot sicker, clamoring for his attention. Patients with melanoma cell spreading like wild fires, begging him to intervene.

And here am I, on the opposite end of the spectrum: BC stage 1 . I am  the patient who is never an emergency. Of course, he didn’t call. With only 24 hours in each day, Dr. Guru is forced to set priorities.

And now he is going on a much needed vacation.  How long will  he be gone? Two weeks? Three?   I picture some luxury junket paid for by the scalpel manufacturer.  No, not at all. It turns out he will be gone one week, working in a summer camp for kids with disabilities.

I am ashamed, feel selfish and petty, but I must find out what was in the tumor and what will happen next.

“When will I start treatments? When he comes back?”

“You need the oncogene test first,” Joy tells me.

My blood drains: he wants my oncogene tested?  Is it not the oncogene result I was supposed to get yesterday, the day before, really? Is that not the test result I have been chasing?

Did Dr. Guru not tell me: I am just waiting for the oncogene report? But how could he be waiting for that report if I did not even have the test?

Good grief, why don’t I understand anything?

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