It is nice to have medical people who care and really care about you. Except for one Dr. I've felt comfortable with my whole medical team.
Yesterday my original gynecologist called me. She'd been on vacation and she'd just found out that I was taking Chemo. She and I have cried a lot of tears together, right after my surgery, and when Jonathan died. But she was also the first person that gave me the speech that one's attitude with dealing with cancer means a lot. There is medical proof of this she tells me. She and I bonded right away, from the beginning. She is from Nigeria, and has a little different methods and expectations than some of the other doctors do I think. I noticed at the hospital the nurses are not that fond of her. She puts all her energy in her patients and if the nurses are not doing their jobs she is not afraid to tell them so. I overheard them complaining about her.
But to me, she is an angel. Her accent alone calms me so, she is my partner in this, even though she has turned me over to the Cancer people she keeps up with all that is going on with me.
Yesterday she called me. She was surprised to hear how well I sounded after the first treatment and she and I talked and she assured me I'd get through this and that she is so proud of how I'm handling it. We proclaimed our love for each other, lol, and she told me to call her or page her for anything any time, even if I just needed to talk. I do love her.
And although I'm sure its part of their job to do this, my Chemo nurse just called me to see how I was and to see if I needed anything. She too was happy I am feeling so well, but she warned me around the third and forth day I will probably start feeling weak and achy and just not feel good. Getting past the nausea stage is one battle that I think we've won, now the achy weak part will be next to look for. Anyway, I appreciated the call and it makes me feel like I have a good team of caring people helping me,, and that's always a good thing.