The last PET scan I had (besides the one today) was three
months ago (get this, I have them every three months…I know amazing!) The day after
said PET scan, I was supposed to meet with Dr. Oncologist; however, I was sick
from the scan and needed to stay home. I ended up discussing the scan results
with Dr. around 4:30pm, when I was informed that some tumors grew back, because
they missed me, of course! He therefore changed my drug for the infusion I had scheduled
for the next morning…7:30am at the South Jordan facility.
Surprise! I’m here in South Jordan and need a different drug
than the one ordered three weeks ago! Nurses in South Jordan find out that I
need this new drug right when I get
there. For some reason, leaving a message at 5:00pm (after everyone has gone
home) doesn’t give the pharmacy enough time to get the desired drug there by
morning. Crazy! So, they don’t have the drug there. At all. NO DRUG on the
property. Awesome!
Options? Wait four hours for someone to bring it down from
the Huntsman Center by the U of U, or go home and come back Monday. I voted for
the latter.
This changed my infusion schedule in my favor, so that when
we took a trip to California, I did not have an infusion the week before. Yea!
Lots more energy!
That experience at South Jordan is almost as good as when the pharmacist brought me my chemotherapy on
a silver platter, with a fake mustache on, and in a fake French accent said, “Delores,
here is your chemotherapy. I hope it is to your liking. Is it as ordered? I
take it you will find everything in order.” That was a happy moment.
