Sooooooooooo, 2 years ago I had breast cancer. 2 years ago I had, had an operation to remove cancer from my left breast, 2 years ago I was waiting to start radiotherapy treatment, 2 years ago ................... I actually didn't feel much different to how I feel now??!!
Anyway today was the day of my annual check up ..................... so off I went to hospital for my 2.50pm appointment.
I guess I should be grateful that I'm still alive ......................... and I am. All my immediate treatment couldn't have been better.
Wish I could say the same about my 'follow up' treatment.
The surgeon that performed my operation two years ago was lovely. I could have married him there and then. OK, that's probably a slight exaggeration but he was fabulous. He just instantly made me feel at ease. Obviously this did not have anything to do with the fact that he was absolutely gorgeous too?!!
And so begins my rant ........................
I've got a lot to rant about today.
Got to the hospital about 2.45pm for a 2.50pm appointment, checked in at reception and they told me to take a seat. Took a seat and looked around for an 'interesting' magazine. Managed to find an April 2012 edition of 'Womans Own'. Read that pretty quickly because actually 'Womans Own' is full of fashion items that no one ever buys, celeb interviews with celebs that no-one cares about, and recipes that aren't actually that innovative - Garlic chicken thighs served with salad???? Oh and there's always at least a couple of pages devoted to diets???? OMG I feel another rant coming on.
Anyway after I'd been sat in the waiting room for about 45 mins a very jolly nurse appeared and made the grand announcement that all appointments were running about an hour late. Well there's a surprise?!! Went through all of this last year.
By this time it was 3.30pm. Very nice of her to keep us informed but in this day & age of technology I'm sure they could have told me this when I checked in 45mins earlier. In which case I would have gone off shopping in the Range, or Matalan, or Homebase, or Argos, or Brantano, or in fact any of the other crap shops nearby that I don't actually spend a great deal of time in.
Instead I played on my phone for about 5 mins .................. and then got bored
................ because the only other magazines were medical type ones and why would I want to read them??????? Actually that's a lie; there were a lot of 'Hello' mags kicking around ................. but the one I picked up was dated 2010 ............... and I hate 'Hello' mag anyway.
At 3.40pm I was called through to a consulting room by a very nice nurse. Obviously I had to strip off and put on a 'cape'. Then I sat and waited for 10 mins. after which there was a knock on the door and a foreign doctor walked in. I recognised him immediately because I'd seen him last year. ...........But I was hoping to see my gorgeous surgeon.
Anyway 'Mr Foreign Doctor' asked me what tablets I was on and how old I was (as if all that information isn't in his notes) touched up my boobs, told me to get dressed and then go back to the waiting room and be called for a mammogram.
I just feel like he didn't care. Surely he should have asked me more questions? I've lost loads of weight in the last few months. Is that relevant or not relevant? Surely he should have been asking me questions about my lifestyle, if only to gather information for statistic information???
Half an hour later I get called for a mammogram. The mammogram nurse was very nice. Having my boobs squished into lots of different positions was not.
Sooooooooooooooo, that's been my day - two hours this afternoon at the hospital for less than 10 mins of treatment???!!!
.................But at least I'm not dead!!!!!!!
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