Things are happening fast all of a sudden on the health care front!
Yesterday morning I got a call from the General Hospital lining up some radiation appointments. There was a CT-scan today, and a series of daily radiation treatments beginning on September 16th.
And then in the afternoon I got a call from the Civic Hospital, with a date for my back surgery: September 11th!
Someone got their wires crossed, because the back surgery was supposed to take place after the radiation treatments were completed. But you know what? I’m not telling them. I seized that September 11 date, and I’m not letting go.
From what I’ve read, a microdiscectomy is most likely to be successful if it’s performed within three to six months of the disk rupturing. It’s already a little over six months, and if I wait til after radiation, it’ll be eight months. The longer I wait, the greater the chance I’ll end up with permanent unfixable nerve damage, which would mean permanent pain, permanent painkillers and permanent disability.
I have my pre-op tomorrow.
This morning I went to the General Hospital and got five tattoos on my chest. They use these as markers for lining up the radiation beams. They’re permanent, but tiny – the size of freckles. The radiation therapist told me that heavily freckled women have to get much larger tattoos, so they stand out in the sea of real freckles.
Which reminds me – I used to have a room-mate who was a very heavily freckled flaming redhead. She had freckles everywhere, but they stopped abruptly at her wrists and ankles. When she was naked she looked like she was wearing polka-dotted pajamas! So cute. She had tea once with the Queen of England.
In other news, GC and I went to two parties last night. On a Tuesday! The first was a geocaching dinner party at Summerhayes Restaurant. They have them every month, but this was our first. There were about forty or fifty geocachers there. The second was a going-away party for the Sock Monkey Lady. She’s going away, back to the Sunshine Coast. Goodbye Sock Monkey Lady! We’ll miss you! Ottawa’s a better place because you were in it.