1 down 3 to go

1 DOWN, 3 TO GO

Backing up to the morning of last Friday, Jan. 15/10, when the VGH doctor that was taking such good care of me, came in and told me his plan for me and asked me if I was okay with it and if I would follow it. His plan was that he would discharge me after setting up further tests and appointments in the community for me, if I promised him I would go. His words were, “I am treating you like I would treat a member of my own family”. I thanked him and he gave me a big hug.

Get the picture!

I felt connected and totally on the right path, and my decision was an easy one, I agreed. My journey of incredible coincidental divine timing God moments continued.

He had asked about the doctors he was lining up and checked if I wanted them. Long story short here – I ended up changing my mind and requested using the surgeon in Richmond that had been the doctor that had transferred me to VGH to begin with. We were very grateful for the Rmd doctor’s part in the whole picture and wanted to be able to thank him again. The team and plan assembled, I was discharged (a story of magic itself – coming soon I hope – OR maybe Shelina and Karen can write that one from their perspective)

Yesterday was the 1st of the appointments. It was with the Rmd surgeon. Backing up again – I realized when he attended to me at Rmd emerg, that he was the doctor that had done the 2004 breast biopsy that lead me on the breast cancer journey. He had wanted to do a mastectomy / I asked to be referred to the Vancouver Cancer Clinic for a second opinion. Long story short – I accepted the chemotherapy treatments and rejected the surgery and radiation.

The Rmd surgeons role was to follow up on the breasts part of the jig saw puzzle. Good news, he said he could not feel anything in my lymph nodes or breasts.

The appointment went a bit off track – and I realized afterwards that we had not thanked him after all. I am realizing this morning that I am wanting to find a way to see him again to get back on track and get a chance to thank him. Woke up having conversation with him. Realizing now in this writing moment – whoops, nope – I don’t want to create a physical reason to go back and see him. Have to find a different way. Cancel, cancel / love, love. Whew – nice catch, God – I even asked him outloud if I was supposed to come back after the scheduled mammogram test. GOD.

Anyway, noticed that I had stepped out of the magical place and had slipped back to controlling and orchestrating. That frustrating place of being misunderstood. As I was in the moment at that doctors appointment it was obvious that he had some misconception as he lectured me and told me that I needed to follow up with the VGH doctor etc. I guess he hadn’t met the NEW and improved me and thought I was still the same old me that orchestrated events instead of stepping into that place of faith and letting go and letting God.

I am making healthy choices even in this moment. Noticing that I think about going back and reading this to make sure it is perfect and correct and says what I think I am saying. Making sense. Grammically and spelloing correct. :>) And so relieved that that is no longetr a powerful uncontrollable hard to resist thing anymore as you can probably notice. (there would be a lot more spelling errors here if words would sotp automatically correcting as I type LOL)

So, cancel cancel the thought of the upcoming mamamagram test showing something that would send me back to him. There are ofther ways to thank the man.

That’s it for now.
Jan 18/10 by Lynn k