Tomorrow I go back up to Indy, this time for an appointment with my hematologist. The only thing I'm nervous about this time is the drive. Ha! I haven't driven to IU Med/Simon Cancer Center -- haven't even gone alone -- so it should be interesting. My oncologist and surgeon are on a completely different side of the city, and I am a pro at getting to them. My mom is probably gonna freak when I casually tell her after-the-fact about my appointment. My parents are slowly coming around to my going to these things on my own. Slowly.
Shouldn't be too bad of an appointment. Maybe. I don't have much of the weird bruising at this time, just a few small areas here and there. Much better than my last appointment with him. He'll tell me the latest round of platelet aggregation tests came back normal, which means he'll have no clue as to why the two areas stopped functioning. I'll give him a copy of the labs my oncologist did on me in December, which shows my red blood cell count is now borderline low. And he'll have no clue why that is happening. I'll tell him about the bleeding complications during my biopsy which caused the hematoma. He won't have any answers as to why they happened. He may order more labwork on me.
And then he'll tell me we're gonna wait a couple more months and see what happens.
Same dang thing every time.
Wait and see.
Wait and see.
There's only one thing that may cause some problems tomorrow.
The fact that I am (as of this morning) down 19 lbs since he last saw me.
He is gonna flip. out. I can hear it now -- "Ooooh Jess-ee-caa, dis eez not goooood. Not gooood at all."
And that is why he may order labs. I am his little mystery project. His poor nurse! The last time I talked to her on the phone, she told me he has ordered things on me she has never seen him order before on anyone else in all her years of being with him. Hopefully something gets figured out soon, without too many more tests because it's a new year and I have a new deductible to meet.
And thousands of dollars in medical bills piled up already from the last 6 months.
And if they don't figure it out and things -- or I -- don't get better, it's off to the Mayo Clinic I go. I'm not looking forward to that, but it is what it is.
Road trip tomorrow. Photo ops tomorrow. Adventures tomorrow.
More fun in 2013, even on doctor appointment days.