I almost cancelled this appointment. The re-excision seemed so trivial and my foot was healing. But I had questions about my leg swelling and prognosis and thought I could possibly glean more from my dermatologic surgeon. He said I could swim, but might want to wear a waterproof bandage. He thought he was just doing a “wound check”. He ended up being my psychologist. What a great doctor! Still so caring when he was thrown a bag of crap from a totally different area. I explained how frustrated I was with scheduling appointments and how I thought if things had moved quicker, then maybe the cancer would not have spread, and it is probably spreading right now, but I can not get an appointment. I left feeling much better and a little embarrassed for my meltdown. They didn’t even have Kleenex in the room. I used a wad of 4” gauze for my tears.
NEXT STEP: Wait.
MY PSYCHE: Working my way up to a real smile, not a fake one.
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