I just rang the oncologist to see what was happening about my porta-cath and therefore my chemo. The doctor's staff told me that they had written (on Monday) to a surgeon in the hospital (read this carefully!) asking him whether he would consider putting a porta-cath in for me!! The letter hadn't left yet, but she would fax it over now. I mentioned that it sounded like I was in the grip of the public system, to which she agreed, Yes, I was! I asked, with my very jolliest voice on, whether she would do whatever it took, including taking (for the fiftieth time) my Medibank Private m'ship number, so that I was treated like a Private Patient i.e. still disdainfully, but faster! (small voice) Okay, and I'll ring you back immediately with some progress - that was two hours ago. Double sigh.......
The stent. I'm not sure if its that I'm getting used to it, or whether its actually a little better, but the elephant that has been jumping on my stomach has been replaced by a lighter animal, perhaps a small jersey cow? Still uncomfortable, but certainly not as painful. Tonight, a slice of pizza!!
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