Thankful for my gynecologist.
Really, a post all about that?
Dr. d (yes, a lowercase d) came recommended by the highest form - the lunch table chatter on midnight shift - about 15 years ago. Back before I needed birth control. She has walked me through the boyfriend, husband, abnormal panic-inducing pap smear 2 months into married life and the week of Thanksgiving, Kid 1, infertility, lousy infertility drugs and a rogue ovary, Kid 2 in God's time, uterine ablation (best thing EVER!) and back to just the yearly exams. And for the first time in a year, I got to keep my shirt on! Hey, there's nothing normal there to feel anymore; why bother?
More than the history, or maybe because of it, she took the time I needed today. When was the last time you spent over an hour with a doc? Face time, eye contact, not computer contact, a hug and kleenex. She asked the hard personal stuff, and wasn't interested in hearing "fine, we're ok." Not just how am I, but how is Tom, and how are Tom and I together. And those boys she yanked outta me - how are they, too? What body parts still work? What can she help us with? Not just intimately, but emotionally, cause this certainly stresses a good marriage, and crushes a shaky one.
When I voiced frustration about my arm and the treatment of it so far, she offered to ask around and get back to me. And at this point, I am willing to drive to the city daily (again, ugh!) to deal with it. When she asked about hot flashes and I said no, I'm cold, she didn't want to wait until I saw rad onc in December to check thyroid function. She's seen enough to understand my frustrations thus far, and she gets it without having been through it directly.
Thank you for letting me seriously delay your morning, Dr. d, and for calling my bovine scatology. I needed that! I asked for a larger chunk of time when I made the appt, but didn't know we'd be there that long!
Now, if only the Primary Care folks were that good...