Attitude adjustment: Gratitude

I don't think there's ever been a doctor's office where all the patients get seen precisely at their appointment times and no one has to wait very long to be seen.  Given this widespread, pervasive tendency, I don't understand why people continue to be astonished and outraged about the time they spend waiting to see doctors.  

Take yesterday, for example.  My appointment with my oncologist was scheduled for 3pm, and I showed up about an hour early because I thought it was odd that they hadn't given me a separate lab appointment prior to my consult appointment, like they usually do.  Good thing, too, because they did actually want to do a blood draw and so I was able to have it done prior to 3pm without any trouble.  But the doctor's office was already far behind in appointments for the day, so I ended up not seeing my oncologist until close to 5pm anyway.  Even though we had our kids with us, making a long wait potentially more troublesome, I still didn't feel too upset about having to wait so much.  I'm not always that patient and forgiving, but for some reason yesterday I just couldn't seem to get my feathers ruffled.

Plenty of other people did, though.  One man even started loudly objecting and describing his frustrations with this wait and another long wait he and his wife had last week in colorful, PG-13 language that I would prefer not be spoken in front of my kids.  Apparently there was a miscommunication about his wife's appointment time, since he thought it was at 2pm and the computer system showed she wasn't scheduled until 3:40pm.  The check-in desk receptionists, who don't schedule appointments and are only responsible for checking people in and making sure the right people (lab techs and doctor's nurses) know that each patient has arrived, were helpless to resolve the waiting issue or appointment discrepancy and yet bore the brunt of this man's anger, and offered to have the doctor come out and explain the delay.  Of course, that would have only made the delay take longer, since the doctor can't get through patients if he's in the lobby apologizing.  The man declined to have them do that, but continued to grumble in the waiting area, and a couple other people grumbled their agreement with him.

I felt like an interjection of peaceful reality was in order, so despite my usual fear of public speaking, I actually spoke up to the complainers.  "I'm just glad I'm still here to be waiting," I said loud enough to be heard.  People looked at me kinda funny.  "No seriously, I'm literally glad to still be alive and able to come to these appointments."  And that pretty much shut down all the complaints about waiting.  Not that I'm saying they didn't have a right to be frustrated, but come on, the rest of the waiting room and the receptionists are not the people they should be dumping their rage on.  There's worse things than spending a couple hours at the doctor's well-cooled office with the free ice-cold water on a 100-degree day.  A little perspective goes a long way.

In any case, I did eventually get to see my oncologist and overall the visit was mostly good news.  There are still no signs of metastasis in my lungs or liver.  An enlarged lymph node near my heart that was previously noted has only increased in size by .01 (I think that's in millimeters) in each direction, length and width, so that's considered stable and also my oncologist says that node is barely big enough to count as "enlarged" in any case.  There was a new observation of increased density of soft tissue around my tumor site with evidence of some fluid build up, but it was the radiologist's opinion that this could be explained as the ongoing formation of scar tissue around the surgery/tumor site and fluid accumulation as my body's response to the discomfort of the scar tissue.  It's something we'll keep an eye on and they recommended I continue my arm/shoulder stretches and weighted exercises that I do to maintain good mobility and blood flow to that area.  Oh and there was one area of my lung that is slightly collapsed, but that's apparently common and could be related to this chest cough I've had lately, and the fact that I get sleep apnea if I lay down flat, and the best thing to do about that collapse/area of weakness is to breathe deeply and cough vigorously, and I'm definitely doing plenty of coughing every day!
 
My oncologist was very interested to hear about the Facebook group of Epithelioid Hemangioendothelioma patients I found, and about the researcher who is working with the group.  My doctor said that, unlike I had assumed, he actually does still have frozen tissue samples of my tumors from my back surgeries, and gave me his email address so I can put him in touch with the researcher and find out if he would benefit from receiving some of my samples for his research.  My doctor was also very interested in the fact that others in the EHE group also have this tumor in the spine like me (which appears to be the least common incidence of EHE, with most tumors being in the liver and lungs).  Perhaps even more exciting to him was that all of us who join the group complete a comprehensive survey that takes our information about surgeries, treatments, medications, etc. and that doctors are supposed to have a way to request the raw data (minus identifying names/locations) to add to their knowledge of how this tumor is being treated around the world and what is working or not working for other doctors.  So hopefully a lot of good knowledge sharing comes from that and maybe it will help find better treatment options.  

Everything was good in my blood work, no signs of whatever tumor markers they keep checking for that would indicate additional growth elsewhere in my body.  So basically everything is stable and I will see him again in six months, per usual.  He was super impressed when he watched me walk up and down his hallway and turn around and walk back with no canes or anything, too.  So other than it taking about two hours longer than it should have to see him, it was a pretty good day.  I even got complimented by someone else in the waiting room about how well-behaved my kids were despite the long wait.  I was totally proud of them, myself.