It’s not nice, waiting. Time to take the bull by the horns. After a few dead ends I finally got to speak to Mr Salivary Gland’s secretary. She was lovely. She hadn’t heard anything from the Prof so told me to give the Marsden a call. She gave me her direct line to keep in touch. I phoned the Prof. Rummage, rummage, ah yes! Found the letter and it just needs to be verified by the Prof. Will be in the post by the end of today. Promise.
The weekend came and went as did Monday. On Tuesday deep breathe and I called Mr Salivary Gland’s secretary. She had heard nothing, nada. Called the Prof again. Ah yes! No, the Prof isn’t in clinic today so won’t be able to verify the letter. He’ll definitely do it tomorrow. No we can’t send an email. Referrals can only be done by letters. Humph.
Wednesday and a letter for me from the Prof explaining what had happened during our consultation. Mr Salivary Gland had been copied in. Looks promising. Scan it to his secretary! My sister cried. But I don’t have her email! Was my response. Slight pause. Photocopy it and post it to him! My sister countered back. Good idea. So, I did that and also copied by scan report for good measure. Posted it all at the post office with a little note explaining it all with my contact details and back to waiting I went.
Then a chink of light. An email from Mr Salivary Gland’s secretary. We had at last reached the 21st century. Letter and scan report received. Could she have my oncologist’s secretary number to get my histology history? I ran upstairs, emptied a drawer and found it. Emailed it back and asked if they would like a CD containing images of my scan? Yes, please was the answer. It was half four. The post office closed at five. So, I tore down to the post office and sent the CD off by recorded delivery. Will be there by Friday morning I was assured. Got back home and collapsed on the sofa. Now the real waiting game could commence.