
The plastic surgeon left a sour taste with me and I have every intention of sending her a note. She entered the room with an attitude and even though I explained that my last visit with a plastics person was not informative she still chose to give me the abbreviated version. I think it was even more heart breaking that I held high hopes because her name was Liza- my daughter's knick name. Guess I should have had her say her name first because she pronounces it like Leesa. All hope is not lost as I meet with a new person this week.
Back to the radioactivity. The wonderful surgeon who agreed that we needed to take action connected me with a medical oncologist. The oncologist took action immediately to get me set up with chemotherapy in the event that we could not find a surgery date before September. The oncologist introduced me to some clinical trials. As a scientist, I know trials are a great way to go not only because it allows the researchers to find a cure but also because most of your testing is covered by the trial budget and it is quick. No sooner than I had finished with the oncologist was I set up with a string of test to determine the best course of action.

I went from the table to an awaiting car filled with my family as we were heading to Myrtle Beach!!!!









