Since my thoracentesis on Friday, I have been trying to keep an appointment with the pulmonologist who did the procedure. Except every day he has had an emergency, and we have had to change the appointment to another day. As this week is running out of time, we scheduled it for next week. Ironically, after the frightening aspects of all of this, it eased my mind a little bit that the appointment with him was less urgent than I first thought because of what the staff associate told me originally.
Friday I will see my oncologist, and that will be good as I would rather hear about any changes in my situation from her than from someone who is not part of my immediate oncology team. Besides, surgeons can be a bit more blunt than we might enjoy at times.
Today, it rained, a rare occurrence in southern California, so the sound of the rain on the roof lulled me to sleep a couple of times this afternoon, in between my watching the US Open, which has been interrupted quite a bit by rain this year. Of course, I wish I were there, but at least I can watch it from the comfort of my home.5 6 7 8 © 2004–2012 Donna Peach. All rights reserved.