ARRGH!

We started out our day going to the Women's Care Center. After a very quick wait in an unfilled waiting room, we were escorted to the back. Now, the only reason that we made this appointment in the first place was he wanted to review the results of the blood work (which were a-ok) and make sure the chemo appointment was confirmed.

After waiting about a hour, I was obviously wondering what was taking so long. The gyn oncologist has a resident under his wing, and he sent her in to do the usual horse crap series of questions. Okay, so that's done. Now, she goes of to confer with him and we're sitting there for about another half hour before she comes back and asks if they did a pelvic exam the last time. Now, she asked this while holding her chart, so maybe you want to look there for the freaking obvious answer. But, I didn't go to Med school, so I'm not the one asking the questions in this case. We say no, because the last time we were here was less than a week after the two procedures where you actually looked inside her, so a pelvic exam wasn't really needed. Nor did I think one was needed today, but remember, I didn't go to Med school.

So, she leaves again to confer with him and about another half hour later comes back and says to change because they're going to do a pelvic exam. Without getting too graphic, I don't like the idea of them poking and prodding around with the instrument they use because usually after they do that Marion bleeds heavily for a few days because the tumor really doesn't like to be messed with. But, I didn't go to Med school, so who am I?

So, the gyn oncologist makes his first appearance of the morning (quickly becoming afternoon by this point), and proceeds to use the instrument to have a look (at what?) and guess what? Marion starts bleeding a gusher. Now that the tumor's been agitated, who knows if we'll have to make a frantic trip to the hospital because she's bleeding heavily. I feel so much better that he gives me an after hours number to reach him by...

So, then he asked us when the chemo is starting. Dude, we can't make that appointment...that's kind of what you're supposed to do. We told him the radiation starts today, and that he needed to set up the chemo because the Infusion Dept. doesn't allow the patient to set it up, only the doctor can do that. But, seriously, shouldn't you know this?

So, he makes a quick two minute call to Infusion and sets up an appointment for NEXT week. Well, the radiation and chemo needs to be concurrent for the effectiveness...but, that won't be a problem, right?

Finally, we get to leave our cell and go to the radiation dept. to start the treatments. Well, nope, we have to wait until the chemo starts, so sorry, you'll have to wait.

It's been a long day. I'm tired, and I just want these treatments to start. But, I didn't go to Med school.