Here’s that explanation.
My life in 7 years. At this point, I would just like to be here. After my doctors appointment on Friday, the unknown, the blood draw, the waiting, the “you need more tests”, the here’s another script, the goal is to just be alive in 7 years.
Going to an Oncologist is probably the scariest visit you can ever have. You can already be on chemo for one thing but when you see the full fledged ONCOLOGIST that’s when the fear of dying is really shoved down your throat. All the people in your life can tell you, don’t worry, they would have caught it before now if it was serious. Really? It took them EIGHT years to catch my Psoriatic Arthritis. I heard so much crap from my PCP before other people in his office FINALLY said “Look, let me have someone else look at your chart” and they FINALLY got me to a real doctor. After three blood tests with him he said, “You know what, this still isn’t right, I’m doing what I need to do to get you better but I think you need to see my wife.” After 13 years of seeing a doctor who really doesn’t give a crap about his patient’s health, it’s nice to see a doctor who cares.
So to break it down, in seven years, I just want to be alive. Healthy would be nice.