Howdy. Hope everyone finds the new font easier to read. I even I thought after a while I'd go blind reading the blog so Your welcome. Right back to where we left off.
Kim and I drove home totally rejected. We took the next couple of days to just pull it together. We didn't think we had a lot of options and a break, even a small break, would be welcome.
It was now Sunday July 1 and we're sitting in the same turd now for the last 5 1/2 weeks. 12 Days until the scheduled biopsy with Dr Fantastic guy. Then treatment plan, blah blah blah, we're suddenly into mid August before we officially start treatment. What's left to do, you may ask? We're both feeling like slitting our wrists in a love pack or just sell everything and move to Ecuador ( a much better choice) What's should we do?!?!?!?!?!?
GIANT HOMEMADE BREAKFAST with all the fat grams you could think of. It was a tag team debauchery. And by the end, we went into a fat, sugar, protein and carb stupor. Glorious!
However Kim went there. We promised no cancer conversations at breakfast. I looked at her and she had the look that she was tripping on a syrup overload. She had the glossed over look of an addict and start speaking in tongues about some other private cancer center that had centers in Philly, Chicago, Denver and Phoenix. What the hell, she went there. But my head was still fuzzy with pork sausage Tinkerbells flitting here and there.
The Cancer Centers of America. I have never heard of them ( I have now seeing how many commercials they run across national broadcasts, I'm sort of shocked I had never heard of them).
Kim gets on line on our Kitchen computer and pulls up this cute little website. And right on the bottom
of the first or second page of the site, there's a link to contact a rep. What the hell. We're both still on a carb and protein high, click the button. What's the worse than could happen, we get referenced to someone in an office on Monday Morning. Click it. Kim tells me to do it, she hates on line company reps and chat windows, Click it!!! What the hell, I click it.
Immediately, up pops the chat window but it was also video as well. Great, we both look like 2 rednecks going to a county fair. Up pops this 40ish guy in khakis and a polo with perfect teeth, ready to sell us the farm. Just a little too slick I'm thinking for the situation we're in.
I couldn't have been further from the truth and turns out this guy is really just a very nice guy.
We discuss our situation with him, our frustrations and he tells us about the the Center. Finally he says
"why don't you fly up to Chicago, we'll schedule you consultations with our Specialists. You have most of the records and information we need already, just send it up to us on Monday. We normally do a 5-6 day visit but in your case it could be 2-3 days. I'll have someone from our Travel department book everything for you, can you fly on the 4th of July for a 8am consult on the 5th?
I must be still in my sugar high. Then he says, It'll only cost you $75 for the hotel, we have a special new start rate, and your expenses for meals and getting to your local airport."
Now I know the Aunt Jemimah is behind all this. Kim and I look at each other dumbfounded. We could go, and not cost Kim any days off from work. We agree, tell the guy to have travel call, and on the afternoon of the 4th of July, we're off on some wild goose chase to Chicago.
Hey, we love Chicago. At least it will be like a sort of mini weekend vacation, maybe the last before we get back on the hellish ride on the Cancer Train. We missed the fireworks on Lake Michigan, bummer.
Kim and I drove home totally rejected. We took the next couple of days to just pull it together. We didn't think we had a lot of options and a break, even a small break, would be welcome.
It was now Sunday July 1 and we're sitting in the same turd now for the last 5 1/2 weeks. 12 Days until the scheduled biopsy with Dr Fantastic guy. Then treatment plan, blah blah blah, we're suddenly into mid August before we officially start treatment. What's left to do, you may ask? We're both feeling like slitting our wrists in a love pack or just sell everything and move to Ecuador ( a much better choice) What's should we do?!?!?!?!?!?
GIANT HOMEMADE BREAKFAST with all the fat grams you could think of. It was a tag team debauchery. And by the end, we went into a fat, sugar, protein and carb stupor. Glorious!
However Kim went there. We promised no cancer conversations at breakfast. I looked at her and she had the look that she was tripping on a syrup overload. She had the glossed over look of an addict and start speaking in tongues about some other private cancer center that had centers in Philly, Chicago, Denver and Phoenix. What the hell, she went there. But my head was still fuzzy with pork sausage Tinkerbells flitting here and there.
The Cancer Centers of America. I have never heard of them ( I have now seeing how many commercials they run across national broadcasts, I'm sort of shocked I had never heard of them).
Kim gets on line on our Kitchen computer and pulls up this cute little website. And right on the bottom
of the first or second page of the site, there's a link to contact a rep. What the hell. We're both still on a carb and protein high, click the button. What's the worse than could happen, we get referenced to someone in an office on Monday Morning. Click it. Kim tells me to do it, she hates on line company reps and chat windows, Click it!!! What the hell, I click it.
Immediately, up pops the chat window but it was also video as well. Great, we both look like 2 rednecks going to a county fair. Up pops this 40ish guy in khakis and a polo with perfect teeth, ready to sell us the farm. Just a little too slick I'm thinking for the situation we're in.
I couldn't have been further from the truth and turns out this guy is really just a very nice guy.
We discuss our situation with him, our frustrations and he tells us about the the Center. Finally he says
"why don't you fly up to Chicago, we'll schedule you consultations with our Specialists. You have most of the records and information we need already, just send it up to us on Monday. We normally do a 5-6 day visit but in your case it could be 2-3 days. I'll have someone from our Travel department book everything for you, can you fly on the 4th of July for a 8am consult on the 5th?
I must be still in my sugar high. Then he says, It'll only cost you $75 for the hotel, we have a special new start rate, and your expenses for meals and getting to your local airport."
Now I know the Aunt Jemimah is behind all this. Kim and I look at each other dumbfounded. We could go, and not cost Kim any days off from work. We agree, tell the guy to have travel call, and on the afternoon of the 4th of July, we're off on some wild goose chase to Chicago.
Hey, we love Chicago. At least it will be like a sort of mini weekend vacation, maybe the last before we get back on the hellish ride on the Cancer Train. We missed the fireworks on Lake Michigan, bummer.
Love the new font!
ReplyDeletePost is humorous as ever, so I pray you are hanging in there. If I'm connecting the dots correctly, you managed to combine that trip with a visit to our shared home state, Wisconsin. I do recall being jealous that you were there, but I wasn't too keen on the bacon in the Bloody Mary.
As soon as this treatment phase is over, be sure to have another sugar, carb and fat, coma-inducing breakfast and send me the menu. They'll love it at HCASC!