D-Day - Diagnosis (Bladder Cancer) - March 31, 2008
Posted Oct 21 2008 12:19am
It's Monday afternoon, and I showed up to the Urologist's office with my packet of X-rays and my collection of tiny stones. Really it was a tiny collection of specks. After the sign-in (where they took the X-rays) and a short wait I was shown to the exam room with a shorter table and the scope tidily covered with a big napkin-like thing. The assistant came in and had me remove my shoes, slacks, and shirt and gave me a gown. I did the pee-in-a-cup thing, and then she did a quick ultrasound on my empty bladder. The ultrasound is not a big deal - sort of being pressed gently by a warm baseball through a puddle of clear (and also warm) goo. As she prepared to leave, I produced my stones and asked who would want them. She said she would take them. I said that I was hoping Doctor Hopkins would see them, and we could skip the rest. She said, "I don't know. I'll ask him." She seemed hopeful. I certainly was.
You may recall that the doctor had promised that, after his scope inspection, that I would NOT ask him for another one ...