Scan Results

The following week after my appointment with the plastic surgeon, I was back in Oncology to get my results from my MRI.  Oncology is a pretty grim place.  It’s usually packed so it becomes a wasteland where you seem to fade into the crowd.  However, I now know how Oncology works.  The key thing is to get in early.  So, I was feeling quite smug, sipping my Costa coffee, waiting for Oncology to open at quarter to nine in the morning.

“You’re keen.” joked the nurse as she opened up.

I checked in and carried on reading my book.  Bang on nine o’clock, I was called through.  There’s an awkward bit in every Oncology appointment.  They call you, put you in a side room and make you wait for a further five minutes.  You can sometimes hear the doctors and the nurses in the next room, talking about you or other patients.  Then the consultant will open the connecting to door to your room and the magic can happen.  One time I brought my husband along.  As we waited in the side room, we could hear the doctors and nurses laughing in the next room.  My husband was livid.  He knocked on the door and asked when, if ever, they were going to get around to seeing me.  That didn’t go down too well.

This time I didn’t have to wait long as my consultant appeared after about five minutes.  I was lucky to see her.  I’ve met people who have gone through their treatment and have never met the mastermind behind it all.  I guess being rare has its advantages.  The results hadn’t come through.  I wasn’t surprised.  The longer I have lived with cancer, the longer it takes for my scan results.  The worse happened last summer.  It took a staggering five weeks to get them.  I was beginning to know the receptionists by name which is always a bit worrying.  I mentioned about the plastic surgeon to her.  She seemed interested but didn’t offer any advice. It looked like it was something that only I could decide. Arrangements were made so that I would call the following week to get the results.  If they were bad, they would call me first.  It’s been over a week and there has been no phone call…

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Author: candaytimetvcurecancer

Hi! My name is Anna Read. I live in Nottingham with my husband and my retired greyhound called Sookie. My life changed on Thursday 6th January 2011 at ten past five. I was told that I had cancer. Throughout my cancer journey there was one consistent. That was daytime TV. Can Daytime TV Cure Cancer? documents my treatments, experiences and general view on life through the banal daytime TV programmes I watched while recuperating. Strangely these programmes helped me to accept that situation that I found that myself in. I now realise that being diagnosed with cancer wasn’t the end of my life but only the beginning.

2 thoughts on “Scan Results”

    1. Yes it’s a bit annoying but I’m used to waiting now. I was going to call on Friday but I’ve got a stinking cold at the moment and lost my voice! It’s coming back slowly so I might give them a buzz tomorrow. Watch this space and I hope all is good with you x

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