Down To The Wire

Today was my bi-annual follow up appointment with the White Russian. In a nutshell, I’m fine. My blood pressure was a little high, but it was probably because I was worried about not getting there on time. I left work about 30 minutes later than I had planned with an admonition from Terri not to speed. I may have lied and said, “Okay. I won’t.” Which is a bad thing to admit for anybody, but it seems especially horrific for someone who: a) works for a church; and b) is talking to one of the pastors. Lightening didn’t strike, though, so…

And depending on one’s definition of speeding I may or may not have actually done so. 

Definition 1: Exceeding the speed as indicated on those little signs on the side of the road.

Then yes. I sped.

Definition 2: Going faster than every other blessed car on the freeway who happens to be going 10 miles an hour over the posted speed.

Then no. I didn’t speed.

Regardless of whether I sped or not, I did make it to my appointment on time. I’m getting really tired of their efficiency in that office. I never get to read even a paragraph of my book before they’re calling me back or the doctor is coming in or whatever. Very disappointing.

When he did come in he asked about the kids and how Taylor was liking college and what he was doing this summer and if Katie knew where she wanted to go next year, etc. I was almost offended because, you know, it’s supposed to be about me. Everything is supposed to be about me. When will people learn this?

Anyway. Back to me.

The plan is that I have six more months on the Arimidex and then another year on the Fosamax. Well, hopefully only one more year on the Fosamax. It will actually depend on whether or not I start building bone again after I stop the Arimidex. Bottom line, however, is that we don’t want me to be on the Fosamax for much longer. I’m not worried, though. I have a plan…

But I’m going to save that for another day.

So I go back in six more months (February), at which time I will have been on the Arimidex for five years plus the two years on Tamoxifen. The current recommended standard of care. Of course a little over three years ago the recommended standard of care was five years total of any combination. If I go back in February and he tells me the recommended standard of care has changed again and I need to stay on the Arimidex for another allotment of time I think I will respectfully decline. But again, that’s a post for another day.

Unless something has cropped up between now and February – and there’s no reason to think anything will – I will go from seeing him every six months to only once a year. I’m not sure how I feel about that.

Not true. I know exactly how I feel about that. I’m not happy about it. For one thing, I like being followed so closely by an oncologist. My risk for a recurrence or metastasis is very slim. My risk of a new cancer is only slightly higher than the average Joe simply because I have a history of cancer. So it’s almost like being followed by an oncologist is an unfair advantage. An unfair advantage that I like.

But the other reason I know I’ll be disappointed to have my visits reduced is because I genuinely like the staff. I really do look forward to seeing them.

Let me be honest though. I would much rather whine and complain about not being able to visit the oncologist more than once a year than have to go once a week, which is what the alternative would be.

After the appointment I drove down to Starbuck’s for my obligatory post-oncology follow up treat. But this time I changed things up a bit. I got a grande mocha cookie crumble frappuccino.

Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappuccino

Coffee blended with mocha sauce, vanilla syrup, chocolaty chips, milk and ice, and topped with chocolaty whipped cream and chocolate cookie crumbles.

 

It was yummy. Really yummy. But I probably won’t get one again just because it was a little too ice cream for me. Don’t get me wrong! I am not against ice cream. At all. I just have certain Starbuck’s expectations and this did not meet my typical criteria. But again, it was very delicious!

I guess I should add that I will miss the obligatory post-oncology follow up treat.

But I’m pretty sure I’ll learn to deal.

10 Comments

  1. Lyn on August 1, 2012 at 11:41 pm

    I get your trepidation about the one year thing. There is a great deal of comfort in more frequent reassurance. Well, not the weekly kind! I’m very glad your progress is so good. Always a bit of a whew, right? 🙂

    • Jenster on August 1, 2012 at 11:47 pm

      Yes! A bit of whew, even when you’re not worried to begin with. 🙂

  2. nwhannas on August 2, 2012 at 12:10 am

    Girl, I am so glad that you’re complaining about not getting to see your oncologist! With all due respect, go visit him Christmas time, or something. 🙂 However, I can totally understand your trepidation about not being monitored as closely as before. We’ll just have to pray about that. Glad to hear that you got a clean bill of health, and I’m really glad to hear that you got to go to Starbucks. 🙂 I believe you know we have the original Starbucks in Washington, in case you think you need to see it again.

    • Jenster on August 2, 2012 at 7:45 am

      I always think I need to see the original Starbuck’s again. And then, since I’m already there, I should probably see you too. Wait a minute! Strike that! Reverse it! (Double points if you can name that movie.)

      • Dear Hubby!! on August 2, 2012 at 9:13 am

        Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory….of course!!

  3. Angell Jones on August 2, 2012 at 8:27 am

    So happy to hear your happy news!! Can’t wait to read the post about painting!! Maybe you will inspire me to finish some painting of my own.

    • Jenster on August 2, 2012 at 8:46 am

      I can’t believe you have painting to finish. This from the woman who always had some type of home improvement project going on back in the day! 🙂

  4. Dear Hubby!! on August 2, 2012 at 9:16 am

    Hey…..Just let me know when you decide to share your “plan’ with me…….You know it is not like I think about this everyday Love of My Life……just so you know. what the Doc says, you will do….even if I have to fly my little brother out here to help hold you down and cram the pill down your gullet…..once again….just sayin’!!

    • Jenster on August 2, 2012 at 12:43 pm

      Of course I will share my plan with you, silly! And I’m pretty sure this will be a moot point, but “just so you know” I will do what I think is best. Getting your brother to come out so you both can strong arm me into taking Nyquil is one thing. This is a different matter altogether.

      Thanks for loving me so much, though!! 🙂

  5. Tara Watson on August 13, 2012 at 10:02 am

    Hey Jen, what fantastic news! I now only see my neurologist as needed. At first I felt the same way. I felt protected by my doctor, not only because of his great knowledge but because of his deep understanding of my illness. Talking to him was like talking to a close friend. I felt validated.
    I too had a post-visit ritual. A Wawa donut and an icy cold coke. Healthy eh? Really glad I’ve replaced that habit (most times).
    Cheers to you!

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