A few weeks ago I began feeling unwell. And you know when you feel unwell and it persists you seek medical help to find out what’s going on. One thing led to another and wound up on Thursday with a cat scan
A few weeks to a cat scan, eh? From feeling ill to getting it?
Friday morning at 7:30 I got a call from my beloved friend, Dr. Bill Howard who said to me the CAT scan shows that you have a tumor on your pancreas and he arranged for me to have an appointment with Dr. John Cameron at Hopkins that very afternoon. So June and I, Mrs. Reason and I went to Hopkins. She had stopped by the radiology place to pick up the CD, and Dr. Cameron saw us. And he looked at the pictures and the technical report from the radiologists and he said you have grade 4 pancreatic cancer that has metastasized to your liver, your parenteral cavity, abdominal cavity, lungs and so on.
Under 24 hours from scan to seeing the specialist, eh?
I don’t have a schedule yet, because I won’t see the oncologist until Friday.
8 days from even the first scan to plan for chemotherapy treatment.
Yah, the NHS is cheap because you just don\’t get that, do you?