Last week, I had a moment at my oncologist’s office. Well, several moments, actually, where my game face cracked, and my panic revealed its ugly self to Dr. B and his staff. I went to the appointment with confidence I could pull it off, you know, the game face. As planned, I brought my toolbox and strategies to help me relax: a stress ball, music, … Continue reading the story "Game Face Has Cracked"
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I judged him way before I met him. There I lay, on my sofa, swearing up and down that I would never, could never, ever see an oncologist. I was in limbo. My surgeon told me that day -- Almost-Botched Biopsy Day -- he was pretty sure I had breast cancer. Pretty sure, but not definitely sure. (Two days later, he … Continue reading the story "‘Oncologist’ Turned On a Dime"
Dear Dr. B: You were dog-tired. And I was dog-angry – and scared out of my mind. The last time we saw each other, we discussed the bone scan report from hell. You know, the report that said I likely had metastases to the bone. You misread the report during the appointment, repeatedly telling me that the key sentence said … Continue reading the story "Dear Oncologist"