Cancer Crisis: The doctor is hiding behind his notes
Honestly, I was going to post this last night. Not being at home for most of the day followed by an uncooperative ‘net connection kept me from posting last night. I’m writing this Thursday morning before work (when I should probably still be in bed) because I can’t sleep.
Yesterday, we had a follow-up with Virginia’s original Oncologist. He was, as usual, late to the appointment and he also stepped out of the exam room many times during. Had I not had my new copy of Final Crisis (yes I broke down and got the hard cover) I would have been very bored.
I noticed two things yesterday. First, Doc S. was more evasive than normal. Direct questions were answered by pointing to meaningless numbers on a computer screen. Second, he seemed to be over-selling himself and constantly reminding us the HE was the oncologist and only recommended we go to Iowa City so that we could bask in warmth of the fact that HIS diagnosis was the correct one. At least that’s how the whole appointment seemed to run in my opinion.
Doc S. asked Gin some questions about her high temps (running in the high 90s with spikes just over 100). He asked her questions about other bodily functions. Throughout the question process he kept turning away from Gin and I and referred back to his notes on the computer behind him. I bluntly asked him what his concern was. He finally admitted that he was worried what was causing the elevated temperatures (we had only been told before to be concerned if the temps went above 100.4). Doc S. then ordered a urinalysis and an x-ray. He explained that he wanted to make sure that Virginia’s temp was not caused by a sickness. We went immediately across the street to get the tests completed.
After we returned home, we went over to my folks for supper. We got the usual concerned family grilling about what’s going on. As Doc S. had not given us any straight answers, I had none to give my family. We came home about 7:30 last night and Gin went straight to bed. She’s been up several times during the night and is currently (6:30 am) sleeping.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the visit yesterday. Doc S. was very concerned over the temp. He wants to make sure the elevated levels are because Virginia is fighting an illness. OK so then if it’s not an illness what is it? Doctors are NEVER concerned over nothing. However, Doc isn’t filling us in on his thinking. He also mentioned repeatedly in very assuring tones that he’s trying to find a treatment that works for Virginia. Does that mean this treatment isn’t working? Is my wife failing faster than he thought?
The other thing that concerned me was the over-whelming bend-over-the-back efforts to keep us at HIS practice. Every idea or treatment that the University doctor thought of was dismissed out-of-hand or glossed over. I got the distinct impression that Doc S. was more concerned over keeping Virginia as a patient than he was concerned over making her better.
The last two paragraphs are entirely my own thoughts and speculations on yesterday. As Virginia went straight to bed when we got home, I have not had the chance to talk to her about any of this. I don’t know if she had the same impression or not.
Basically, we were originally told not to worry unless her temp went over 100.4. We were sent to the ER when it went to 100.6. Doc S. was concerned about the treatment the ER doc prescribed ‘Why did he prescribe those meds?’. Now he’s concerned about a constant temp in the high 90s.
All this doctor concern with no satisfactory explanation given has left me scared.