Meeting the Oncologist
The day after my aunt Gail had arrived, we had our first meeting with Mom's oncologist. I am not sure why we thought it would be good for ALL of us to go to the meeting, but frankly, they couldn't have kept me out of the room. So, we all loaded up in the car - Mom, Paul, my aunt Gail, and I crammed into Mom's van and went to the Cancer Care Center at the clinic. We wanted to be there for support. We wanted to be there to hear it for ourselves. We wanted to be there so we would know what to expect, and because each of us had our own questions for the doctor. I wanted to know that she was competent, and she would not fail us. Mom wanted to know if there was truly no way to just have surgery.