I was supposed to be in Denver yesterday for the first follow-up visit with my bone marrow transplant doctor. Instead I saw the trauma surgeon who treated me after my auto accident. He told me to go see the orthopedic surgeon who saw me in the emergency room, which I will do tomorrow.
Today, after my physical therapist leaves, I go to my oncologist. (Who’s going to pay all these people!) This is more of a courtesy call and to get my blood checked. There’s no way to tell what’s happening on the cancer front without a proper PET scan and I can’t get one of those until my innards heal.
The accident has proven more painful and debilitating than the cancer. My work day is much shorter; so is my attention span. The body brace hurts about as much as the conditions it is correcting. It turns into a torture device by the end of the day. Thankfully I don’t have to sleep in it.
I’m not one to complain so we’ll just call this “sharing.”