OK, I know everyone gets busy, and things get dropped through the cracks. But I have waited all weekend to find out what the results of my bone biopsy were. By the time our afternoon staff meeting ended, I decided to call the cancer clinic and remind them of their promise, jiggle their memory.
Once again, the receptionist deflected me to the nurse. When she called me, she could find no record of my Friday conversation and I was definitely not on anyone's radar screen. I was pleased that I did not hear any stress or anger or blowing up in my voice as we calmly reviewed the facts. She said she would talk with the doctor and call me back. I believed her.
It took an hour, but she did in fact call. My doctor is a very considerate person, and had told the nurse to give me a straightforward answer even though she wanted me to come in for an appointment to get the results. So here's the good news: it's not rectal cancer metastasized to the bone. It's not a new bone cancer. It is, however, the follicular lymphoma metastasized to the bone (not the marrow, the bone).
What are the ramifications of that? I won't know until I get an appointment and talk with my oncologist. Unfortunately, by the time I got that far, they had gone home for the day, so hopefully, I will hear from Lisa tomorrow with a time and date. Sigh. Good thing this is not an aggressive cancer. But I understand. There are a lot of people way sicker than I am, and I am happy not to be deathly ill like I was before.
Meanwhile, can you believe it's supposed to snow tonight!
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