I met with the gastro consultant yesterday. The good news is that the tumour in my duodenum - the G.I.S.T. - is 'non-cancerous'. The word 'benign' was carefully avoided by the consultant when I used it and 'non-cancerous' was put in its place. I don't know if there is actually a difference.
Anyway, although it is 'non-cancerous' it still requires removal as, it seems, these G.I.S.T.s can go on to become cancerous in the future. However, it is no longer 'urgent' so I may have a while to wait.
I can live with the wait. It's non-cancerous! Hooray for that!
Now for the other bit - the story!
Just over a week ago, I received a phone call from the surgery asking me to attend an appointment with a GP who needs to discuss the letter she has received from the hospital where I had the endoscopic ultrasound procedure.
At first, I was a little concerned about this as I had not received the usual copy of the letter so I was anticipating bad news. This was compounded when, last Friday, I received a phone call asking me to attend the appointment with the gastro consultant which happened yesterday.
During the intervening days, I trawled through Patient Access to see if I could find reference to the letter, in order to either put my mind at rest or to be prepared for the worst.
What I found was something about a DNR order!
Panic! Why do I need this? etc etc etc!
So yesterday afternoon, my husband and I patiently waited our turn and finally saw the GP who said brightly, 'Why have you come to see me today? What can I do for you?' She had no idea why I was there and struggled to find anything on the computer to give her a clue as to what she was meant to discuss with me/us.
In the end, she found it, but it was something that had been mis-filed on the computer under DNR and didn't need any discussion at all. Instead I got her to look at my knee which still has remains of the huge haematoma which was one of the injuries from my fall at the beginning of June.
So the afternoon wasn't entirely wasted, from our point of view, but someone else probably got told there were no appointments available when I was taking one up for no good reason. You couldn't make it up!
Now, there was an Irish man, a Welsh man and a Scotsman sitting on a log ...
Nah! Max Bygraves would have told it better - I'll leave it there!
xx Moy