I noticed today that the pain in my back and chest seems to take on difference characteristics from time to time. I don’t know whether that has to do with time of day or amount of activity I’m involved in (which is never much) or something else. I’m not quite sure who I should ask about the pain, either. I’m relatively certain it’s related to the lobectomy, so the surgeon might be the one to contact. But his involvement is essentially over, save for one follow-up visit that’s scheduled for June. So maybe it’s the oncologist. She’s a good first stop. But, as I may have written in a post within the last month or so, I’m not finding it terribly easy to communicate with her. (The constant busy signal when I try to call her office is not the reason for that, but it’s an extremely annoying experience when I want to ask a question or set up an appointment.)
My friend Bev suggested that I seek out others who have gone/are going through what I’m dealing with. Her husband, while he was battling the cancer that eventually took his life, had a “cancer buddy” that shared many of the same cancer attributes. I will follow her advice. There must be support groups locally for lung cancer patients. I’ll seek them out.
My post yesterday, in which I ranted about about the reality that cancer is trying to kill me and I’m trying to kill it, was an emotional firestorm. I am trying to put the flammables out of reach and douse the sources of ignition. Good luck with that, John.
Tomorrow I go in for blood work and my first radiation treatment. After tomorrow, only 29 more doses of radiation and I’ll be finished! (Unless the doctor decides more is needed.)