My PCP made me feel great

I had my annual physical today, and the first thing my doctor, of almost 30 years, asked was how I was doing. I said that I'd had a sh*tty year but that I was good. I brought him up-to-date with my bilateral mastectomy and DIEP reconstruction, a D&C which showed polyps (those were removed and I've been fine since), and reconstruction adjustments. This past two weeks an MRI showing a bright area (which an ultrasound showed as a benign (he's pretty sure) lymph node that should be followed up in six months) and a CT scan (third in a year) which continues to show a nodule on the left lung but it hasn't increased in size, so another six-month retest.

We talked about my plans for retirement (in two years) and my husband's and my plans to live several months of each year on a sailboat. We talked about how fortunate we are to have such good leading-edge technology and physicians in little Syracuse, and how my plastic surgeon was such an artist. (My other doctors haven't really mentioned the reconstruction, other than to acknowledge it). This doctor was the doctor who told me initially that there was something suspicious on a mammogram, 10 years ago, and who referred me to a wonderful network of doctors. And, he's been the one that I go to when I just need to talk about treatment options or other decisions that I need to make.

The thing that really made my day was at the end of the visit, he said thanks for coming and giving me inspiration.

Joyce