Second post today, but I had to do it. Ok...it's 6pm, Tuesday, July 7th. My surgery is scheduled for Monday...right?
Just making sure.
So...it's 6pm. Tuesday. July 7th. Surgery Monday.
My doctor just called me. She dropped a bomb and I am so flustered right now I can't exactly put it all into words but I'll try! Basically, the nutshell version is that yesterday my doctor was at a collaborative meeting with the Yale medical team with which she is a part of. While at this meeting she brought up my case. One of her colleagues in New Haven took a particular interest in my situation and said that he would be willing to see me for a consult because he is 99% sure that he can do my surgery laproscopically.
He is a gynocological oncologist, very familiar with the art and science of laproscopic tumor removal and all it's caveats.
So now I am in a spin. I was all set for Monday and now, I find myself stressed to the max, having to fax this guy my stuff, trying to make an appointment to see him...unsure about whether or not I should get my hopes up... WTF!? This is just insane- but what can you do when your own doctor-- who is scheduled to do your surgery within a matter of days-- calls you up with this info?
I've already pulled a few clumps of hair out- now what?
Here's what I know so far:
*I faxed my info to this new doc a little while ago
*I will follow up with a call tomorrow
*I have to get in to see him either tomorrow or Thursday if not....????? good question!
*New Haven is far away and I know nothing about the hospital, but you can't go wrong with Yale, I guess?!
*Lapro is the way to go...but this is CRAZY! I am seriously spinning. Can we talk about the mental anguish of this whole thing as well? When you get yourself psyched up for something like this and at the last minute you get jerked in another direction- it's intense.
I will fill youze in tomorrow when I know more.
Do you remember this tight-rope walk between the Twin Towers? I swear I feel like that's me up there right now.
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