Introducing RadDoc
Cap’n, I know he looks like a Borg, but the tricorder says he’s human. There’s a heart in there.
Met my radiation oncologist this afternoon. Despite the unfortunate legal connection to BorgHealth, any similarity ends there. RadDoc will have to suffice since no suggestions were offered and I couldn’t come up with a friendly but Borg related nickname for the guy. Absolutely professional. Knew my file and knew his stuff as well. No problem either giving or receiving the tough questions.
Got a nice little physical. Got to wear the so-stylish gown. A little poking and prodding and a probe here and there. Then we sat down in a nice little room with comfy chairs and lots of tissues and talked. And talked. And talked. RadDoc is the first medical professional since this started that actually didn’t seem to care how long we talked. If there was anyone in the next room waiting for him, he never let on. One option has a better cure rate but much worse side effects. The other options have good but not outstanding cure rates but tolerable side effects. And the reality is, because few get prostate cancer this young, predicting my forty-year survival odds might as well be done with Tarot cards. Even if they had the data, it would be based on the treatment options available before I was born, not the techniques that I have to choose from. In the end, the choice is mine, and I haven’t decided yet. And I’ll take all the time I need to.
Kick ass.
Do what ya gotta do.
And I’m beginning to think Tarot card readings can probably give better medical advice than many of the doctors I’ve seen.