My GP rang me today. Seeing her number on my phone made me nervous. She told me she rang the radiographer again about my ovary scan and floated her theory that the reason the image was cloudy was because the cyst had hemorrhaged not because it was a dermoid. The radiographer agreed this was plausible and reiterated he was not remotely worried. He suggested I come back and repeat the test in 6 weeks as the haemorage, if it is one, should have resolved itself by then.
The call was timely as I have the oncologist appointment tomorrow. Ultimately, what the oncologist says is all that matters. I’m hoping for a withering look and a ‘don’t you know I have sick people waiting to see me’ type discussion.
If that transpires, I don’t think I will go for the six week test. I’ll wait the full six months. Constant testing is really doing my head in. I don’t need it, it costs a bomb and it doesn’t give peace of mind.
I love that my GP is being conscientious. But I need to filter that for what I am willing to put up with. In the early days of my treatment I was a ‘give me everything’ girl. If I was diagnosed with cancer again I expect I would be the same. But in this in-between world I think I need to exert myself a little more and put my foot down.
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