Brief recap: Monday - my Oncologist called and we had an uncomfortable exchange. She told me she was going to call me with my Her2 results. Tuesday - my results were added to my Pathology report that I am unable to get and all my doctors and nurses were gone for the day. It's Wednesday, and I hoped that someone would be calling me soon.
Results Day, Wednesday
Yikes, I already knew that was the option... but I was hoping it was not the option I would get.
Ironically, this reminded me of when I was diagnosed with my first primary cancer in 2013. I was walking to my daughter coming out of school when she was in Kindergarten. Now, I was walking to her as she was outside of one of her dream colleges.
It paralleled to 2013, and I was ready to finish the phone call. Unfortunately, this time the nurse wasn't telling me anything new, and my mind was racing with thoughts - including even if I was still considering using this Oncology group. I also knew my results were bad... and time was not on my side.
... the American Cancer Society estimates that about 32,590 cases of cancer of unknown primary will be diagnosed in 2023 in the United States. This number represents about 2% of all cancers.
She said no (I was surprised because shouldn't I be able to call to talk to her or have her call me back).
More than two hours passed without any call from my Oncologist or her nurse. I kept thinking that I should have heard directly from my Onc, only because she told me she would call me directly. However, I was still going to give her time. Maybe she would call later that night, around 6:30 pm (since that is the time she had called me for all of our conversations).
I spent the night thinking she would call. When she didn't, I realized that it felt like she lied to me again. She was completely non-invested in me, what was happening to me, and what I needed to do. All of this was proving she was the wrong Onc for me. And I was slightly nervous because this may be the worst time to not have an Oncologist.