Greetings.
Well, I had my meet with the doc's last week. Quick really.
I got there early and after they tapped a vein and took my vitals, I was brought back to an exam room.
I sat there for a while, but soon the White Wizard made his appearance. He stuck his head in the door and said that on the whole nothing much had changed. I like this guy.
In other words, the total remission I was hoping for was not going to be proclaimed at this appointment. Only about 10-15% of IL-2 patients get that, and well, my sample is the 85% group.
Damn.
He said that there appeared some growth but nothing that was striking, and that the strategy at this time is to continue to wait.
All and all, I am pretty good with that. And he said, shortly his Fellow would be in to talk. Which she was.
We talked a little bit more about what the White Wizard had said, and she went over some of the info more thoroughly, and all and all my tests demonstrated nothing remarkable across the board, except for that colony of rebel angels in my chest.
And now, after almost a year of CT-Scans that found the malicious barnacle, they are talking about the spot on my pancreas as pancreatitis. What am I to make of that? Well, the radiologist was trying to pad the game in favor of the other fucking team. Sort of like when the Celtics play in LA.
Hey, I need some hometown refs.
But, I digress. Back to the thing we know what it is story.
No the change in dimension of the thing was a curiosity to me. It had changed from 38X30 to 35X43. What I wanted to know was how this happened.
She explained that it could have been how I was laying on the CT-Scan table which would provide a different dimension on the slide they were looking at to gather the info.
It's all fucking hokey pokey witch doctery shit after a while.
Sometimes I expect when I am there, that they take out a bag of bones of former patients and rattle them around. Throwing them up against the wall like dice to see what result they will get.
Well, I am all in and have anted up, so I am in the game whether I want or not.
Waiting for Godot, Tim
Well, I had my meet with the doc's last week. Quick really.
I got there early and after they tapped a vein and took my vitals, I was brought back to an exam room.
I sat there for a while, but soon the White Wizard made his appearance. He stuck his head in the door and said that on the whole nothing much had changed. I like this guy.
In other words, the total remission I was hoping for was not going to be proclaimed at this appointment. Only about 10-15% of IL-2 patients get that, and well, my sample is the 85% group.
Damn.
He said that there appeared some growth but nothing that was striking, and that the strategy at this time is to continue to wait.
All and all, I am pretty good with that. And he said, shortly his Fellow would be in to talk. Which she was.
We talked a little bit more about what the White Wizard had said, and she went over some of the info more thoroughly, and all and all my tests demonstrated nothing remarkable across the board, except for that colony of rebel angels in my chest.
And now, after almost a year of CT-Scans that found the malicious barnacle, they are talking about the spot on my pancreas as pancreatitis. What am I to make of that? Well, the radiologist was trying to pad the game in favor of the other fucking team. Sort of like when the Celtics play in LA.
Hey, I need some hometown refs.
But, I digress. Back to the thing we know what it is story.
No the change in dimension of the thing was a curiosity to me. It had changed from 38X30 to 35X43. What I wanted to know was how this happened.
She explained that it could have been how I was laying on the CT-Scan table which would provide a different dimension on the slide they were looking at to gather the info.
It's all fucking hokey pokey witch doctery shit after a while.
Sometimes I expect when I am there, that they take out a bag of bones of former patients and rattle them around. Throwing them up against the wall like dice to see what result they will get.
Well, I am all in and have anted up, so I am in the game whether I want or not.
Waiting for Godot, Tim
Sometimes it's good to be unremarkable!
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