It's That Time Again

Tomorrow I have an appointment with my surgeon. It's a regularly scheduled 6 month follow-up appointment from my cancer surgery almost 3 years ago.

I think the world of my surgeon. I just think he's the absolute best. Not only is his "bedside manner" fabulous, but he always makes me feel as though I am the only patient he has and has never once rushed me through. He is extremely knowledgeable, but says things to me in layman's terms, so I can understand them. He is wonderful with eye contact too. I always feel really good when I leave his office.

However, the few days leading up to an appointment with him are filled with anxiety. I still worry about having a recurrence, and I probably always will. I'm always afraid that he'll be telling me that he suspects a problem. Of course my mind just lets all of this fester and grow until I have myself so worked up, I can barely even see straight.

I just hope it's a "happy" appointment and that there's nothing to worry about. Just think. I'll get to go through this again in another six months.