Doctor day - Ugh!

OK, doctor number one was the easy on the eyes radio oncologist. Remember the one with the arrogant, 'I am God" attitude? Anyway, he is really good so I went. I was thinking this would be the last one, because he doesn't need to do anything to me again, right? I guess I was wrong. I have to go back a month after my one bad boob mammogram in October (which they scheduled for me). I have a both boob mammo in April then the one boob in November. I guess this is the new normal.

So he takes a look and says "You got great cosmetic results!" and I am like, "What, did you think I would end up with a fried boob and a char-grilled nipple?". Anyway, I am glad to see what I thought would be the last of him but it's not to be...yet.

Then on to the gastroenterologist. This is the guy I had when I woke up in St Pete General (after having an emergency perforated ulcer surgery) and there he was. I didn't even know where I was let alone who this dude was. Anyway, I went to him every three months for a year to make sure the ulcer was under control. He told me I would have to take Nexium for life and I told him NFW! I do not have a problem with my stomach. I GAVE myself the ulcer by taking 20 Advil a day for 4 months. I did take it for a year to make sure I healed up OK. After that, I reluctantly let him talk me into an endoscopy to take a look at the ulcer to be sure it was healed and gone. No prob. Then he tries to talk me into a colonoscopy and I was outta there so fast, I broke the speed of sound.

So, today I go to him because my PCP tested my stool and blood to try and find out what my diarrhea is all about. He wanted me to have a colonoscopy. I went to see the dude, albeit reluctantly. So fortunately for me I saw my friend Kas and she said they will have 110lb me drink a gallon of the stuff and that is the SAME amount they had her 220lb husband drink. NFW!! I asked him about that and I said, listen, I have had diarrhea for 4 months. If I drink all that, I will be in the hospital. So he agreed to a half gallon. Right. Maybe a quart. SO these guys don't snooze because they know you will back out so I am headed there next Monday. Ugh.

Having cancer is a PITA.