Lesson learned - time moves slower when you're anxious.
I had an appointment with my urologist on August 30th. I tried to remain patient as the days went by. Unfortunately, the appointment went as expected. Although surgery is an option, it's not my best option. Time to move forward with the hysterectomy.
I choked back tears of frustration when I left the office and called my gynecological surgeon from my car in the parking lot. The scheduler had left for the day and would return my phone call after the holiday. Great. I beat myself up the entire drive home. I should have trusted my gut, trusted my instincts and moved forward with this surgery over a month ago. Now I wait. At least the weekend should go fast.
And it did. Early Monday morning I received a message from my surgeon's scheduler informing me that she was discussing me with my surgeon and would call me back with a date and time. She also told me not to expect to hear from her this week. Wait, what? The other offices I just talked to the scheduler until we figured out what worked best for our schedules. It may have taken a couple of phone calls, but it never even took a full day. Just scheduling would take over a week?
I feel like I'm waiting for something that is never going to happen. - Unknown
Fine. What can I do now anyway? Again I wait. You can imagine my surprise when I received a phone call from the scheduler just two days later. As happy and excited as I was to get the phone call was how disappointed I was when I got off the phone. My surgeon is ill. He hasn't been performing surgery since July. I have no idea how ill or what kind of ill. They are not scheduling surgeries at this time. He has some booked in October, but would still not schedule me. As of the phone call, he is expected to return. She is not authorized to recommend another surgeon, but I am welcome to search for one on my own (of course). Well, geez.
Not that I don't have a heart. I mean, I like this guy a lot. I care for his well being. But I also have to worry about my health in the meantime. My other surgeons were in practices with many other doctors that had the same specialty. I feel like I had the best of the practice, but at least the other doctors were a really close second. This doctor works alone. No one can cover his surgeries. No one comes close to matching his knowledge or expertise. There is no second best.
What now? I prodded the poor scheduler until she agreed to at least talk with him again about me as soon as possible. Hoping, praying for some answers this week. Hoping, praying that my surgeon is okay. He's the best. He rounded out the amazing Team Mollie. I need him.
Get well, Dr. B! And call me, ok?
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