Here We Go Again

The numbness in my legs is worsening. My feet feel like they are on fire. It comes and goes. Sometimes my legs hurt like fury, and then in a half hour, I am fine. This is crazy. I realize I cannot wait until the 10th of May to touch base with the oncologist to see what is going on. So I call. I get the nurse and tell her my symptoms. She suggests I might be dealing with something like shingles, but since I am not in active treatment, I should consult my primary physician. OK.

I call, and they work me in today. Nice. I won't see my regular doctor, but at least if this is shingles, I won't miss the window of opportunity to get started on the medication. First I see a gentle young man who is interning with the practice. Like all newbies (first day on the job) he is slow, methodic, thorough. Good. At least he will catch all the symptoms. He does an exam, then exits to report his findings. The doctor comes in and listens to the litany he relays to her while I nod in agreement.

She does an exam, then asks me to walk on my tippy toes, on my heels, to jump up and down. Hum. Definitely NOT shingles. But deserves a closer look. They arrange a neurological test to be run. Someone has cancelled and they get me right in this week. No pussy footing around. Get to the bottom of things and figure it out. Yes. I drive home sort of divided in my feelings. While I certainly want to know what is going on, I am half afraid it will mean more treatments.

Nope. Not going down that road unless I have to. For now, I order a super sized ice tea from the coffee shop and slurp my way home to rest. I am exhausted.