Dr. D. is a sweetheart

I quickly went to "hospital 1" to get my complete file today. There's a letter from Dr. V. for Dr. D. in it, where she explains my situation and makes her final conclusion: mastectomy. I had a look at the whole file, but it's like Chinese to be honest. There's a page with these tiny pictures of my skeleton in it. Supercool! My sister offered me to ride me anywhere I wanted, so I used her! I decided to bring my file to the new hospital myself and tell them that I wanted to be transferred completely. Better get everything ready before the first chemo on Wednesday!

I explained everything to a lovely lady at the desk, so she gave a call to Dr. D. to see where she could drop the file. She asked him if I could come and see him, but that would have meant that I had to wait to be seen between patients. I didn't say a word, and thought: if he agrees to see me like that, he would be very nice. But instead Dr. D. decided to come all the way down at the reception to see me. I was so flattered! I mean, he could have asked to leave the file at the desk and that's it.

So here he comes, looking like he's been running down the stairs, and I give him the file. He takes it and explains to me what will happen on Wednesday again... in the middle of the entrance, between dozens of patients... and here's me having my talk with a surgeon... wow. That made me feel very special!

I tell him that I was worried about Wednesday cause I hadn't had any previous explanation of what was expected of me etc etc. But he reassures me and says Wednesday will just be a talk about chemo. That 'we' will discuss the pros and cons and that I will decide what to do after that!

Hm, I should try to stay focused. I understood everything wrong. Maybe I was too excited because for the first time a doctor was listening to what I had to say. Man, I could have hugged him there and then. I'm so glad I met him. *sigh*