I had a meeting with the surgeon in December. We fixed the date of 9th February which fitted me perfectly meaning I didn't have to miss too many work commitments and would have around 5 days to recover before teaching again. Perfect. I had to do an MRI beforehand to check all the cancer was clear before the surgeon pumped a load of fat into my breast area (if there's any cancer there, an injection of fat can, apparently, accelerate the development of cancer.) He was very pleased with my big weight loss and made a joke that I shouldn't lose any more as he won't have any fat to take - ha ha ha!
Braved the snippy telephone receptionists and managed to get an MRI appointment on 3rd February - very close to the operation date but do-able and nothing available earlier. I didn't have any choice as to where I did it as the surgeon wanted me to go back to the same place I had one before the cancer was confirmed.
Had a meeting with the anesthesiologist in the hospital where my oncologist is based as that's where the surgeon operates now. She was absolutely lovely, didn't insist I had a blood test before the operation as I'd already had several operations, and even went as far as asking me how I was feeling on approaching the operation - stressed was my answer - but she reassured me and was just lovely. Can't say the same about her bitcvh secretary nor the same in admissions. I ended up saying 'I hear you, I understand you, you do not need to shout at me'. I felt really bruised when I came away, those women are in such powerful positions and if they were nice it would really change the patients' experience. Shame they mis-use their power.
Next stop MRI. Asked the centre to fax the prescription to the chemist so I could pick up the product for injections and the special syringes. Took a while for the fax to arrive - several phone calls and the chemist had lots of questions about the products so I ended up picking them up just before I went off to the test.
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