When you're first diagnosed with cancer, you start making connections that you never dreamed of having. At first it may be unconscious on your part. Maybe it's a need to know that you aren't unique in your situation or a need for a sense of belonging. One of the first connections I made was with my current oncologist.
I saw Dr. Bienvenue for what might be the last time today and I became a little sad. This was the man who put a name to my condition. He assured me that I wasn't crazy and he did his best to be sure that I held it together. He's gone the extra mile when Chris or I had concerns about crazy numbers and he's put up with a lot of strange questions. Always with a joke or a smile.
I went to my appointment alone today since Chris is out of town with his new job. Of course I had Chris on speaker phone when Dr. Bienvenue came in. It felt like a Seinfeld episode and everyone was very good natured about it. My numbers were good and Dr. Bienvenue could tell that I was on a steroid taper since my white blood cell count was in the normal range (finally!). Of course my red blood cell count and hemoglobin are low, but that's to be expected at this stage. I was told that I look excellent and that my numbers were outstanding. Pretty high praise from someone who deals with multiple cancers on a daily basis.
The last thing we discussed was our impending move to New Jersey. Dr. Bienvenue did his fellowship at Memorial Sloan-Kettering so we chatted about New York and New Jersey. He gave me some excellent advice on moving to this foreign area that is the northeast. He also very generously offered to set me up with someone from MSK since I don't have anyone lined up to see me locally once I get up there. If you're in BR or the surrounding area and need a good Hematologist/Oncologist, I'd very highly recommend him.
I should be doing my taxes or culling my belongings in anticipation of the big move, but I can't seem to get motivated. There's a stack of papers 12 inches high waiting to get filed and several boxes of paper waiting to get sorted. I think I'll let them wait until tomorrow or the next day.