Oncologist with a Bieber cut?

I get to meet Dr. Kirby today and he's a really nice guy, but I can't seem to get over the Bieber 'do. I instantly like the guy when he basically calls my GYN an idiot because he didn't notice that the cancer was not only in my uterus, but also visible in my cervix. He decides that he wants to do his own biopsy, taking a larger sample to send off. He also noticed that on the CT scan, it looks like my left ureter (the tube that connects the kidney to the bladder) is being pressed closed by the tumor. He schedules for an urologist to be there during the surgery to try to put a stent in that will open my ureter and keep my kidney functioning. Fun, fun!

Results

Wednesday, Thursday at the latest has turned into 2 weeks later. I'm sure the office is tired of me calling daily, but I want to know the results already! When my cell phone rings during class, I grab someone to watch my class so I can call back and get the news that I've been waiting for: biopsy is negative, just some fibroids, really no big deal. When I call, though, I have to wait for the doctor to get on the phone. Never a good sign. He tells me that it's cancer. It looks like lymphoma, namely diffuse large b-cell lymphoma. He won't give me any information about it "because it's not his area of expertise." He gives me the name of a gynecological oncologist, Dr. Kirby, along with his number and an appointment already set up to see him tomorrow afternoon. It's gone from wait, wait, wait to hurry up already. And for some reason, the news just doesn't seem to penetrate my skull. I stare and wait for it to hit: the tears, the fear, something. But all I do is stare.

Say what?!?

Heard back from Dr. Umstead’s office. They called and asked me to come in so Dr. Umstead could discuss the results of the tests with me. I get there and the first thing they drop on me is that they’re going to do a biopsy. Hold the phone! A biopsy?!?! Isn’t that just something they do when they think there’s cancer? I can’t have cancer. I just have irregular bleeding. The nurse tells me to try and relax. They do this every time someone has heavy bleeding. Then Umstead finally comes in the room, says something about it looked like I have fibroids in my uterus that weren’t there during my pregnancy, and since it’s manifested itself so fast that I’ll probably have to have a hysterectomy. Also lets me know that if I lose any more blood and don't take an extra iron supplement daily that I'll have to have a blood transfusion because my iron levels are so low. Mind you, this is all while he’s taking a tissue sample from my uterus (not the most comfortable of things!) He finishes and starts to walk out the door. Whoa, whoa, whoa! I have questions! Does he have time to give me answers? Nope. The only answer I get is that I should have results by Wednesday, Thursday at the latest. He has the nurse photocopy a few pages from a book about fibroid tumors and care after the biopsy. Grr…

Finally!

Dr. Umstead was finally able to get me in today. When he saw me, he said, “Oh, wow, you’re really bleeding a lot.” Isn’t that why I called you? Did you not believe me? Did you think I was overreacting? Ugh. So he does some blood work then sends me to Helen Ellis for an ultrasound and a CT scan of my pelvis and says he’ll meet me over there. Doesn’t. Calls them and says he’ll be in to look at the results first thing in the morning and then call me. Doesn’t. New GYN in the cards for me when this is all over!