So after last night’s lengthy ranting (which really helped me organize my thoughts), I’ll try to keep this post short. Besides, my new favorite bedtime read, Dr. Patrick Walsh’s Guide to Surviving Prostate Cancer, just arrived and I want to tear into it.
Dr. Indy still has yet to answer my follow-up questions despite a call from his assistant wanting to confirm the surgery date. I asked if she had given the questions to Dr. Indy, and she had, but said that he was tied up in meetings and surgery all day yesterday and this morning. “He’s pretty good about e-mailing patients.” Okay. I didn’t commit to her date yet.
I did e-mail my coworker who had been through this to see what his experience had been with the lymph nodes. He didn’t know for sure whether they were there or not; he only knew that Dr. Indy would do what was needed to get rid of the cancer.
I’ve pretty much made up my mind that I’ll go to Dr. Cincy for the surgery. I’ll hold off until I hear from Dr. Indy and see what I glean from my new bestseller in the snowy days ahead (good time to curl up with a book, eh?). There would really have to be some compelling revelation from either that would change my mind.
Finally, I’ll have to admit that I seem to be falling back into a more normal sleep pattern, which is good. It makes it a little easier to be around me when I’m not so grumpy. 🙂