So the other day, the 19th actually, I was supposed to go into a surgeon's office and hopefully get cut opened and have Marla removed, (Marla, is my tumor, in case anyone has forgot.) I was referred to this surgeon by the doctor that had done the biopsy. I was told that the doctor's office would send the surgeon's office my file and the information. When the surgeon came into the room he seemed to know that I had a lump under my arm... That was about it. I'm not entirely sure, but I could have sworn I saw something about enlarged lymph-node on his paper; something he had wrote down. Now, I've already been through all this crap. I already know it's not a lymph-node. I know what it is. Then he drops the next statement to annoy me.
"I'd like to do an MRI"
WHY?! What the fuck?! Dr. Kellie has already opened me up, seen it, taken a chunk out of it and found out what it was. Do the same thing as her, just cut it all out instead of some of it. *Sigh* I go ahead and play along, but tell him that my insurance doesn't start until after the 1st, and I don't even know if it will cover the MRI. So he says that they'll wait and see if it will cover it because it is expensive, otherwise, they'll just do the surgery. OH! OH! I know. Do the fucking surgery. He also wants to get an Operating Room because it's apparently in a sensitive area. *.......* Once again, I've already been opened. Do it again. He also had a call in to an Oncologist; to make sure there isn't something else they should do first. I don't know if my face was showing my annoyance or not, and I realize that he's trying to be thorough, but I've been as thorough as I can be since mid-August.
On a better note, Marla hasn't been hurting at all in the past few weeks. I don't remember when I needed to take a pain pill. I just want to move on now and I have to get this thing out of me so I can wait for my arm to heal and then move on.
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*hugz*
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