The Tuesday Surprise

Tuesday morning was my appointment with the Diabetes Care Center. There's not much to say about that, except that I did point out that I was dying of cancer and so didn't want to spend a lot of time fine tuning my diabetes care. Happily, they were ok with that, so I was able to move on.

But the interesting thing was that while I was sitting in the waiting room I got a call from the scheduler at the SCCA asking if I could come in at 1:00 for a conversation with my oncologist. So I did.

Long story short, after the week or so I'd had, my oncologist decided it was time to stop the cancer treatment and move me onto hospice care. He didn't have enough hope that the clinical trial would do much, and it was clear that the pain I was experiencing was becoming the central core of my problems, and so he wanted to move me into hospice care where ameliorating the pain and increasing my general comfort would be the focus of the provider team's attention.

It sounded good to me, and so I was told that the hospice folks would be stopping by my condo the next morning to explain how things would work.