This might be a cancer journal, #5: Looking Better

 Monday, Dec 15

What an insane roller coaster of a day. I thought my appointment was at noon, I was late on BART, and then Lyft was crazy late. They said 1 minute and it was about 15 minutes wait. And then of course the car stunk of perfume. I cried most of the way from BART to the UCSF medical center on 4th street.

Turns out my appointment was at 12:30. I get up there, and they say there were x-rays I was supposed to do at 11am. But no one had told me that. So, after the nurse checked my vitals, she sent me downstairs for x-rays. That took over an hour, mostly waiting. (I grabbed some food in the middle of all that.)

Back upstairs. Talk to the PA. Then wait and wait for the doc. She says no bone biopsy. It does not look like cancer. She said when the bone is growing it can leave some cartilage behind that ends up inside it. She says we'll look again in 3 months, 6 months, 1 year, and 2 years. And she expects it will stay the same and be nothing.

There's still that thing in my lung that may need to come out. (But whether it's called cancer or not, it does not normally metastasize. So it's not a big deal. Although getting it out seems like a big deal to me.) Next stop, thoracic surgeon. (And if he says I need surgery, I will ask for a second opinion.)