All Day I Waited for a Phone Call That Wasn’t Coming
I’m sure I’m not the first to do it and I’m sure I won’t be the last, but it was my first time mixing up appointments.
~discouraged, embarrassed, defeated~
Many emotions surfaced yesterday upon the realization I wasn’t getting a phone call from my doctor.
“How could I have mixed it up.” The mantra repeating through my mind as I wept defeated in my room. Embarrassed for asking my partner “to make sure he was home” so he could listen to the call as well. My memory, my mind since this diagnosis definitely hasn’t been in it’s tip-top shape.
Anyway, today is the day I hear from the oncologist. Hopefully there’s some sort of plan since the surgeon won’t go anywhere near the mass. Seems like every doctor just wants to pass me to the next like a baton. A baton no one wants..