I was sitting at my son's baseball game today telling Jen [a friend + a baseball mama] how cancer is kind of like a new job or a bit like college.
My professors are doctors... and they all have information to 'throw' at me. I in turn need to absorb all that they say so that I can pass my cancer class. I have the following 'professors'
- Dr. Oncology
- Dr. Radiation
- Dr. Surgery
- Dr. Boob Reconstruction
- Nurses... lot's of them all smart + wise
I'd say I've got a full load this term.
I have a lot of new vocabulary under my belt. I even learned how to spell mastectomy the first month although I won't have one until next quarter. [who knew there was a T in the word?!]
I will see these people for the next 6-16 months, some more, some less. Then apparently I will pack it up and my semester will be done. I'll no longer spend hours with some of these intelligentsia. I'll have evolved in a non-cancer or post-cancer or survivor. What that will look like isn't clear. But what is clear is that I am a patient, I am a student, I'm still the new kid learning the ropes. AND I appreciate all of you being my study-buddies.
