We Interrupt Your Detour...

Missouri Sunset, Jan 2012

We are sorry for any irrational joy this may cause, but we are interrupting your detour for a short return to your camper van trip.

I met with the oncologist yesterday - he isn't planning to plan anything until the pathology is available, and that won't be until after surgery is complete.

The test results I was waiting on came back as inconclusive, so they're running the test again, using a more comprehensive version of it.  Those results won't be available for another week and a bit, but they had no problem with the concept of a phone consultation instead of my showing up at the office.

The last appointment I have scheduled is a pre-op meeting with the surgeon's team next Wednesday.  I checked with everyone I can think of, and they said they don't need to see me between then and a few days before surgery, as long as I promise to answer my phone should questions come up in the interim, so...

Hasta la vista, baby!  I am SO outta here.

I figure that gives me two weeks to climb back into the van and head to the southwest.  It's probably best for my relationships with family and friends that I go.  I'm already climbing the walls - I can't imagine I'll get any better as time goes on.  Time in the van, driving, thinking, stopping, breathing, space to come to terms with the changes to come as best I can; sounds like what the doctors would order for everyone if they could.  (They were MOST supportive of my plan...)

My favorite was the oncologist.  I asked if there was any reason I shouldn't hit the road, and he thought for a minute, then asked, "Do you have enough money?  Is your transportation in good order?  Yes?  Well, then, no, I can't think of a reason you shouldn't go."

Yes!