Perfect 10's

I scored perfect 10's on my lab tests yesterdays. Well, not really, I would be in some serious trouble if some of those lab values came back as 10's. But, in my 1 year after chemo follow up with my oncologist my blood work came back with not a single item out of whack. Zero. Which was pretty great.

I know that my oncologist is an outstanding practitioner, but I was further endeared to her when she asked me if I was having any more belly pain after reading my visit note from just before Thanksgiving. I explained to her that it had dissipated, but that my right lower quadrant was sore for the next day or two. I told her that the NP had just written it off as Norovirus. I told her that I thought it was the ovarian cyst that was found on my CT had burst. She agreed with me. Based on the information she read and knowing where the cyst was and what I described, she said it sounded like the cyst burst. Thank you. As much as the NP made me feel like a crazy hypochondriac, my oncologist took that all away with a simple discussion.

My oncologist also asked me how I have been feeling and I gave her an honest answer. A little more tired than usual. But, much better knowing that my labs are normal.  However, when you sit in an oncology waiting room you feel pretty outstanding about where you are in recovery. It is also one of the most heartbreaking places in the hospital. One woman was trialing her 4th chemotherapy. Her husband said everything seems to work for 6 months and then she needs a new chemotherapy. He also discussed with the younger gentlemen, there for his lymphoma follow up {been in remission for over 5 years}, the different cycles of hair growth, hair loss and different wigs she has used. The waiting room people freely share what is going on with them as there is kinship in an oncology waiting room.  The waiting room always makes me thankful that if I had to have cancer, I am thankful it was the well studied very treatable form of breast cancer.  It also makes you feel sheepish for reporting being a little tired.

What I didn't report was that I have been singing this song for the past two days. And I don't feel sheepish about that at all.