Countdown: 9!

I said this entry would be Things I Wish They'd Told Me, but that's going to have to be postponed for a day or two. Because other stuff happened today -- good stuff!

First, though, I am sorry to relate that the clinic where I'm being radiated changed my schedule and somehow didn't tell me. So the schedule I'd been handed said "3:10 PM", but they had me scheduled for 3:20. Which is fine. It just means I was never late. On the other hand, someone should have told me. And this is especially true because when I found out my schedule was changed and was given a new one, it had me all over the place for these last two weeks -- 3:20, 3:10, one day even at 3:00!

So, naturally, I asked what the [REDACTED] was going on and why I hadn't been told, and no one knew. No one knew who had changed the schedule, no one knew why I hadn't been asked if it was convenient or informed of the change, etc. (Don't worry, that [REDACTED] isn't covering up any profanity.)

So today I asked to speak with an administrator, and lo, the head of the clinic was covering phones (it being a holiday week) and she has promised to get to the bottom of things, not because anyone needs to be disciplined, but because communicating changes to people who are going through a lot already is one thing a clinic of this type should do exceedingly well.

AND THEN. After my treatment (which occurred on time), they took films of the new treatment positions! There will be three of them -- one to the left, one to the right, and one over my left shoulder. This "field" approach is necessary because the tumor was almost at my chest wall, and they need to radiate the site without blasting my heart. The aperture through which the radiation will pass is much, much smaller. HOORAY!

It's really going to end on time, folks.