People need to be seen. Everyone here is so nice. It’s even more impressive than I heard. They take special care to know your name, and to say hello and goodbye. It matters. I need to remember that if I ever own/run a business.
I met the man who built/designed the medical building were sitting 20 years ago. He was sitting beside me as a patient in the first waiting room. (He appreciated the irony of it as much as I did.) We met with Dr. Demonte, he is a scull base specialist (seriously, that’s his area of expertise). You sign in on an iPad and they text you instructions. They’ve done a brilliant job of using technology, but keeping things personal.
After discussion, the next steps are finish the tests scheduled today, get a biopsy, and form a plan. The plan implementation won’t begin until after Thanksgiving.
Dr. Demonte said there is a panel of about 60 people who work to form the plan of action. That’s crazy! A nurse told us the way this works. On Thursday evening, staff meets in a big room and each tells about their cases & how they think they can help the person. Synergy at its best!
I met woman from Dubai who is here with her son who is having treatments. His brothers are with him too. She’s very proud of her burka from Spain. It’s metal and I’m sure allow her to see better. They are a sweet & have invited me to visit. Unfortunately, we don’t speak enough of each other’s language to nail down flight details.😏✈️
Note to self: start learning/remembering more about eye contact in other countries. I think I freak people out sometimes.
Scan me in, Scotty! I scanned myself in with a scanner like they have at Kroger to the lab. The lab tech called back 4 of us at a time. It’s quite an organized operation.
I can’t feel my face when I’m with Su, but I like her… Dr. Su is a neck and head specialist. I think she is the one who is charged with figuring out what this thing is. My visit started with another retelling of when my symptoms started, what they are & checking for muscle weakness. Yet again I recognize that many of the problems I’ve had physically the last few years were linked to this. And it sparks hope of a better quality of life.
The resident under her sprayed stuff up my nose that had me numb down to my vocal chords and the roof of my mouth. It tasted terrible, but did the job. Then they ran a long scope smaller than a 1/8 of an inchwide up my nose, down my throat and through my brain, I think. They took me in the next room and ran a couple of things up my nose and took a biopsy of the tumor. I almost passed out. Things started going black, but they got what they needed. (Don’t think this is too dramatic. I did the same thing during my mammogram & that was a cake walk. It was painful.) Thankfully, dad was there to raise my feet above my head, which did the trick. The neat part is, my family got to watch it on a screen.
So we have a sample. It will be another week or so before we find anything out. We will be home to eat turkey. We will be back in Houston in a few weeks.
I ended my medical day with an MRI It lasted an hour. As I was laying there, before I fell asleep, I was thinking of what a blessing this is. I am so thankful for the workers who have cared for me, for the friends and strangers who have supported us with encouraging messages and prayers & just reading these blogs. I’m thankful for The peace of God that continues to suround me every moment. What really has my heart stirring is the people who have gone before, those who faced cancer and other medical difficulties and allowed the medical community to learn from their experience so we can know what we know, so others can live. Thank you.
I have to share this funny story. We Ubered to dinner. Our driver was great! Tomorrow, he is retiring with 21 years in the military. He works in a lab doing cancer research. He has been doing Uber since September. He told this story of his first night driving: He picked up a group of college kids from a bar. He said there were a ton of them. He told one of the guys he was in the military.
Kid: I could take you.
Driver: Take me where?
Kid: I could take you. I could kick your butt.
Driver: Ha, you think so?
Kid: Yeah! I could take you. I play Call of Duty!
Driver: Yeah ok, you bring it.