A couple of weeks ago  I got some good news from the doctor who was handling my breast cancer diagnosis that occurred a few years ago.

After examining me, he told me that he no longer felt it necessary to see me any longer.  I was so pleased that I almost fell off the table which I was perched upon. I’m not sure but I think he was the same doctor who told me, after the cancer was discovered, that he would tell me all the options which were available, through treatment, and the side effects of each, but would leave the decision of what to do up to me. I knew I would not choose chemo, since there was such a small amount of cancer. I also decided to forgo radiation, and take medication every day instead. It was only then, that the doctor told me he agreed with what I had chosen to do.  

There is another doctor in that group who I only see once a year, who has a weird sense of humor. Every single time he sees me he tells me to make sure I don’t get pregnant before my next visit. As much as I appreciate a sense of humor, I felt it was time to retire that joke. The last time he told me that I told him he had advised me too late as it had already happened. That was when I discovered that he wanted to be the one to make the jokes. In other words, I was stealing some of his thunder.  

My next visit that day was to my foot doctor. She is just required to cut my toenails. However for the first time she discovered a slight cut  on my leg and thought I should take care of it with some special lotion she gave me to apply.  I couldn’t even remember how and when the cut had occurred. I told her that there had been a scab on it that had come off. I thought she would be happy to learn that but instead she  told me to keep applying the lotion and to return for a visit to her earlier than when my nails were to be cut again. My son, Michael thought that the cut looked smaller and he said he would send her a picture of it. He was told that would not be allowed but just from his description she could tell the problem was solved so we could cancel the next visit. So much ado about nothing.