March 13, 2010
I find it takes a while for life-changing news to sink in. The very concept that I had breast cancer and might need chemotherapy struck me as so outlandish and nonsensical that I spent a rather sleepless night trying to figure out what sort of nightmare I'd wandered into.
I awoke, unrefreshed, and set about making a plan. First of all, I needed an oncologist, and I wanted someone local. Going into New York, fighting traffic or spending hours on trains, just didn't appeal. Plus, my friends with cancer all raved about Dr. Zelkowitz who was practically on my doorstep, so I made the call and he told me to meet him on Saturday morning. Now that impressed me mightily. How many doctors do you know who will see a new patient on a weekend?!
Since Peter was on a business trip to Scandinavia, my good friend, L, insisted on coming with me as Note-Taker-in-Chief. Thank goodness, because when I read her notes a few days later, it seemed mostly new information. Who knows where my head was!
It was pouring that day, and cold, which seemed appropriate weather for meeting a cancer specialist. I didn't really know what to expect of Dr Z, but it certainly wasn't an apparition in pink! Pink shirt tucked into blue jeans, loafers with pink socks. Fantastic, I loved it. Every wall of his office was covered with photos of his kids, there was a fish tank with a beautiful fish swimming and plants on his desk. I knew immediately that we'd get on.
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