Well travelling to Lismore is never fun but at the crack of dawn to have stitches removed from one’s crack and be delivered the news of pathology results? Well fuck me universe, you’re really going to town with the challenges now. So un-fun.
We rock up at the agreed time of 7am to be told Dr Terrance Chu, Austin’s registrar will be in a meeting till 7.45. Fab. I conceal my anger behind closed lids and settle horizontally on the waiting room bank seating using m’darlink as a pillow. Thankfully I snooze and am awoken by Terrance’s deep Asian accented voice. He’s accompanied by his sublings, Victoria and Julia whom I have both met during the hospital rounds and both make up for Terrance’s direct gruff approach. We’re whisked into a spare consulting room and get down to tin tacs pronto. There’s no offering of ‘take a seat’, he simply places a blank A4 sheet on a tall stainless trolly table and begins drawing a representation of my back passage with a black biro. Despite this less than charming bedside manner, he’s incredibly focussed and thorough and explains every detail in lay terms of the pathology results. All is incredibly good until…
Put it this way… imagine cleaning up after a squatter; you’ve booted them out complete with belongings and left with a dirty grotty shell. You get the cleaning team in and they dispose of 17 bags of rubbish and remove all other remnants of debris. But in a dark corner they find a skanky dried up old tea bag, it’s starting to grow mould and has the potential to spread bacteria, so they get the bleach and douse the bag and it’s surrounds. Job done. Squatter eviction complete and the site cleaned ready for a paying tennant. Well that’s apparently me, swap the bleach for chemo and we’re home and hosed.
Whilst this is not unexpected, I’m really disappointed and cannot rise above it today. It’s probably simply another day of the sads and my family will say it’s simply another step that on any other day, I’d deal with, but today it’s a challenge… I just. don’t. want. to be. a cancer. patient. I can cope with being a surgical patient but a cancer one really irks me. M says I’m jumping ahead of myself cos we haven’t even had confirmation that chemo is absolutely necessary but according to the team meeting that Terrance was caught up in, the general consensus was push on with this next phase of chemo.
So… the steps from here are; make an appointment with my school girl crush Austin Curtin (he’s on leave for 2 weeks, hence Terrance stepping in this morning) the week after next and note to self: try not to flutter eye lids too much. Follow that with seeing both radiation and chemo oncologists Dr Ooh La La and James brash Bull, respectively. All three men have their charm and my respect, so at least that’s something to look forward to.
Meantime, I’ll meet with Bill Tyrell – Stoma therapist – at home next Monday when he’ll show me all the latest and greatest stoma accessories and I’ll introduce him to Penelope and Stanley.