First Chemo Will Be Thursday, January 13

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Shoot. That preface was longer than the post is going to be! [Actually, turns out that the post is longer. I always start out thinking I'm going to post one little line, and it always accidentally becomes one little novella.]

I just wanted to update you that we have our first appointment at the chemo center in Boone (called Seby Jones Center) this coming Thursday, January 13. [For details on the dramatic nature of this chemo, click on the preceding blog entry called, "Chemo Will Be HOW Bad?"--you'll see that blog title in the column on the right.]

Of course nothing that happens to us is allowed to happen without phenomenal complex mixups.

And along those lines, we have been assigned NOT to Dr. Flint Grey, whom Dr. Torti trusted to administer this difficult chemo, but to a different doctor whom Dr. Torti does not know. [We, however, do know the other doctor: she was Bill's doctor during the first chemo last year, and we liked her a lot.]

We learned this after receiving an after-hours phone call last night from the chemo clinic during which we learned that Dr. Grey had had gotten some kind of bungled message from Wake saying that chemo had to start immediately for some guy in the area here. But as of last night, Dr. Grey said he knew "nothing whatsoever" about a referral coming from Dr. Torti, or what case anyone was talking about.

Thus we ended up assigned to another doctor in Boone.

In fact, whoever called Dr. Grey's office, told them that the patient's name was William DRESSEN and that they had no birthdate or identifying information other than Mister Dressen's phone number.

Luckily, the staff at Seby Jones is so sharp that they used the phone number to trace our names, found our files, and instantly knew us from previous chemo, and were able to push through all that confusion and get Bill the earliest appointment possible.

Nota bene: Competency is an underrated virtue.

But halle-bless-ed-loo-ya for everyone at Seby Jones Chemo Center AND for the fact that, living in the middle of virtually nowhere, as we do, we are nonetheless able to get THIS kind of chemo just six miles from our house.

Later, taters!

Love from the snowed-in B&B