The voice of Wanda was my frantic Friday morning contact with Johns Hopkins, just before we left for the trip from hell to NYC. On Monday morning I faithfully completed all the tasks she had assigned me, "Fax the radiology report and FedEx the CD of the inside of your lovely head, then wait for a call from me to schedule you for a visit." I did her bidding, including telling the young Fed Ex employee how important it was that he send this to exactly the right place since it had a photo of my brain tumor on it. I just couldn't help myself. I hope it gave him something to talk about with his colleagues.
I waited . . . until Tuesday afternoon for her call. When she did not, I left a message, and then a couple of hours later, I left another message. Both messages were gentle in an imploringly annoying sort of way. I called her again this morning because I thought that the mysterious Wanda might more easily be awakened in the morning. She called me back a little while ago and was very kind. She answered all my questions, explained that within 15 minutes of its arrival she really did listen to each message I had sent, and that she was now ready to schedule the appointment. I had done everything right and the doors to the kingdom have now opened.
I now have an appointment at Johns Hopkins Stereotactic Radiosurgery center on the morning of Tuesday, Oct. 12 to see two doctors, one about FSR (radiation treatment) and one about surgery as an option. This feels like the right thing to do. We will leave Ithaca on Monday and return home on either Tuesday of Wednesday of next week. Whew. We are moving right along. If I should choose to have treatment with them, there would be about a two week wait. So for those of you who read quickly (Aafke), NO, I am not going to be operated on next week! Just a consultation and I hope neither of them is named Dr. McNasty.
With love,
Karen
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