Just got a call from my urologist Dr. Christopher Wood’s scheduling nurse. We are to report to the Interventional Radiology department at M. D. Anderson on the 4th floor of the Mays Clinic at 8:30 a.m. in the morning. This meeting is to get set up for a needle biopsy of the tumor in my left adrenal gland. That will be done on Wednesday, July 25.
That means we’ll be able to make our appointment with Dr. Lance Pagliaro, our genitourinary medical oncologist on Monday at 1 p.m. I’ve got some serious questions for him. The most important question is why the hell would he schedule a CT scan without contrast (in advance of a surgical consultation with a surgeon who said the scan was worthless to him to determine what he needed to see to do a surgery that would include finding out what is going on with Strainer).
I could have not been clearer when I stressed that the reason we came out here was to deal with the adrenal gland tumor AND TO FIND OUT WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH MY KIDNEY. Yet, we were at this hospital until 10 p.m. on Tuesday evening and spent God only knows how much money for a scan that might as well have been done by our new cat and she doesn’t even need to be plugged in. This kind of stuff just makes me angry. Really angry. There will be a new can of whupass opened up on Monday afternoon.
Dr. Pagliaro is the one that is going to have to get sprayed with it. I’m choosing him, because no matter what happens he won’t be cutting me open. Plus, he is a wheel chair and if it turns into a race, I think I can win. (Grandin, is there some kind of a turbo thing that he might have on his chair that could take me in a race?)
As far as the cutting doctor, I plan to be nice to him.