The Dread

of the upcoming Friday. It inches near. Mom is finally having her surgery to remove the mass on her ovary which was found a couple of months ago. First found by CT in the emergency room after being in so much pain she couldn't stand it anymore. She was sent home with a prescription for painkiller and a "diagnosis" of it is most likely cancer.

Only by biopsy will they know for sure. A few days later we went to Christie to see another doctor only to be told about the same thing, by the way Dr. King sucks, scheduled an ultrasound for a MONTH later. HELLO, since when do you tell people that they probably have cancer and then make them wait a month to get a better look at the mass. Nothing new came from the ultrasound, the Dr. wanted to refer us to an gyno-oncologist, which Champaign doesn't have one, so in Indy, Chicago, Springfield. She didn't want to do the surgery and felt that if it was cancer than Mom wouldn't need two surgeries this way.

After waiting a few days for this referral I persuaded Mom to get a second opinion over at Carle with a new doctor, a set of fresh eyes. She went to pick up her records from the sucky doctor at Christie and to her and the receptionists surprise, there were none, sure there was bloodwork, there was her ultrasound but records from the two visits with the doctor, nothing. She called Carle, two weeks later she was at her appointment and her surgery (laparotomy) was scheduled for the week after. This doctor isn't as sure that is cancer like the others....so friday.

So we are crossing our fingers...as I for one have dealt with enough cancer in the family to last a lifetime.