So I am at the oncologist’s office. Complaining. “I can’t wake up. I want to stay in bed. I don’t want to eat. Pavlov’s dog? The opposite – I see the food tray and I get heartburn. It would be so easy to stop eating and drinking and just slip away. I’m so weak, weak, weak.” I don’t remember what he said but it was some smart-ass remark, so I sharply kicked him in the shin. He wanted to see whether I made the connection, then said, “for someone dying, that was a pretty brisk reflex of a kick.” It was a good visit. He said the chemo treatment has its cycles and I was at the bottom of this one, and in a few days I would be much better. And then another chemo treatment. He said, “Let’s give it a chance. Your ovarian cancer can be controlled by chemo. Give it a chance. You can make decisions later.”
---Florence
I love it. A woman of action. A kick in the shin for Doctor Smart Ass.
He will remember today's visit.
Posted by: Ellen | May 25, 2011 at 10:53 AM
Florence, if family or friends can't bring you meals, have you tried ordering in?
Posted by: Gordon | May 26, 2011 at 08:35 AM