Love for My Doctors

I love my doctors. I trust them. Everyone needs a doctor to fill certain needs. Some people need to be motherly and nurturing. Others need them to be God. I want someone that is good.

After my late diagnosis back in 2005 and my issues with my first plastic surgeon, I've been very fortunate to love all my doctors. My first impression of my oncologist was dedication. It was my doctor's day off and she came into speak to me because I was just diagnosed.

Once again I love her. I've been seeing a neurologist to figure out my neuropathy. MRI of the brachial plexus and it came back with questionable findings in my left lymph node. My cancer was in the right breast and I had a sentile node biopsy done on the right side and it was clear. She called to let me know what they found in the MRI but for not for me to be alarmed and she would schedule a CT scan first thing tomorrow morning. 48 hours later and she called letting me know that it was clear. She said she was going to have a drink that night to celebrate. Of course that 48 hours was nightmarish and we know that too many scans to show false negatives. However, I love how she was on top of things. It was my neurologist that ordered the brachial plexus MRI and not her. I rather be safe than sorry since we know what happened to me back in 2005.

I feel good about my other docs too. I think that is the most important thing when you choose a doctor. You need to figure out what YOU need from a doctor. Do your research. Ask around. Get a second or third opinion if you feel iffy. I hear all the time how one person adored one doctor and one person could not stand that doctor. I want someone that will listen to me, or humor me, and someone that is skilled/qualified. It's only a bonus when they are compassionate or funny.