DeanCarl Posted November 14, 2003 Share Posted November 14, 2003 My life's history shows that I have an absolute genius for somehow ending up in the screwiest, most complicated situations like you WOULDN'T believe. An example: As a teenager in the late 60's I bought a car. I got a used (1964) Volkswagon Beatle. I wanted something easy to maintain and work on. One day the thing started knockin' and shakin' and smokin' and whatall. No problem, right? That's why I got the car. So, pulled the engine (a very easy job on the beatle) and found what was wrong and ordered the parts. New parts came in ... and didn't fit! Found out I had one of only 500 1964 beatles built with the 40 horse power Karman Ghia engine in it instead of the normal 36 horse power regular beatle engine. Took WEEKS to get the parts and get the thing back together. So, what does this have to do with my cancer? Just this. I went to see the onc today. Appointment time was 10am. Got to see him at 12pm! Thought I was FINALLY gonna get treatment started. Operatave word here being "thought". Turns out my cancer (squamas cell carcinoma, stage 3a) is right on the dividing line between being operatable and non-operatable! And the folks at the VA are having a dilly of a time trying to decide which way to go with it. PLUS ... my bone scan came back with a "hot" spot on one of my ribs which MAY be cancer or MAY be something else. (the doc said it could be from an old break ... except I've never broken a bone in my body except my fingers!). Had rib x-rays taken and now it's back to the Heart/Lung clinic next Wednesday to se the CT surgon. I'm beginning to feel like a ping-pong ball. I finaly blew up at them today. Told them if they kept messing around this stuff would grow and metastisize more and solve their damn problem for them. I also told them I was getting a bit tired of over a months worth of "Maybe's", "possiblies" and "We thinks". I think my outburst got their attention though. When I got home there was a message on the answering machine from CT surgery apologizing for the mixup. I also talked to the social worker and she asked what could be done better (which, being the non-shy type, I told her ). The one good thing that came out of today was someone in authority (i.e. a doctor) finaly said I was disabled and that allowed me to apply for assistance. So the waiting game continues. (thanks for listening. I feel MUCH better! ) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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