So, last week, I had my regular visit with my oncologist and got the results of my CT scan. Life is still stable and that stability is so comforting to me. Soon after that visit, I had a conversation with a friend whose husband is going through his own medical issues. I remarked that when you get a life changing diagnosis, you get a whole new vocabulary lesson, and people don't always understand your particular vocabulary. The problem is that you are thrown into the lesson without much preparation and are given a short time-line for learning your particular vocabulary. There are two choices: accept the situation with grace or enter into the situation kicking and screaming about the unfairness of it all.
While speaking with my oncologist, she told me of a lady who has the exact same diagnosis as I do. She would like for me to speak with her and give her some comfort. I wrote a letter giving my doctor permission to give my contact information to this lady in the hopes that she will reach out to me. I just "celebrated" my twentieth anniversary since my diagnosis, so I have twenty years of experience with my situation. My doctor believes my twenty years of experience could be helpful, so I am waiting and praying for her to reach out to me. One thing my doctor said was that if she were in the clinic at the same time as me, she'd kind of accidentally on purpose have us run into each other. 😄
