So, Wednesday 15th May 2013. I'm in a skin specialist's rooms having some Basal Cell Carcinomas cut out. (I didn't even have to look that up!) and we have a "discussion" about a lump on my nose. My side of the discussion was, "there's a lump on my nose"; and he then commenced to poke and stare from a distance where a breath mint would have been good, and discussed likely scenarios with the nurse. I think he assumed that I would know what he was talking about, but anyway..
The end result was that he biopsied (is that a real word?) the lump, and sent it off to be tested.
A week later and Denise and I are back in the same rooms listening while he explains to us in doctorspeak what's wrong. The end result of that "discussion" is that we come away knowing I have cancer and he refers me to a different specialist (sigh of relief), and starts the ball rolling for me to have a CT scan and an MRI.
Yesterday (Wednesday 29th May 2013) and Denise and I meet the other specialist. Talk about chalk and cheese. This guy is great. Speaks to you like you're a fellow human being and in words that, for the most part, are part of the English language. He has a poke around and a stare (no breath mint required) and then proceeds to stick a fishing rod up my nose - it felt like he forgot to take the hook off - so he can see what's going on inside.
So, end result is, I'm off to have a CT scan and hopefully an MRI tomorrow, back to see him in two weeks time and then off to Auckland to be poked and stared at by a whole team of specialists. Sometime after that - possibly the following week -it will be into the operating room where I get a nose job.
So now we're up to date.
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