First thing Friday morning I was at the Cancer Center for my semi-annual check up. Now, right off the bat I want to mention that everything was fine. I had blood tests and a physical and there were no surprises and no bad news. I did ask the oncologist about my knee, and he looked at it, poked it a bit, did whatever doctors do that lets them know that it appears I tore my ACL, which is a ligament that stabilizes the knee. I asked about getting a referral to a specialist but the oncologist felt that since I already have an appointment in Family Medicine next week I don't need one. He said that the Family Medicine doctor can order whatever tests need for a confirmed diagnosis and send me to a specialist if needed. The likely treatment will be Motrin and a knee brace and to stay off it. So I'll start that "treatment" right now.
So why is the title of my post, "Frickin Cancer!"? Well, after my blood was drawn I had to wait for the test results so Walker and my mom and I were in the lobby and in walks a friend of mine She is my age, mid forties, and she was there for her second chemotherapy treatment. She has breast cancer. Later, another friend of mine came in for her chemo treatment. She has colon cancer. Really? Is our water tainted or something? It's too much, too many, and I'm sick of it. Someone, somewhere, needs to find a way to wipe out this damn disease.