Chemistry or bust

I was going to begin this entry with a philosophical treatise on the depersonalisation of medicine, but I guess I've already done that, so I won't belabour the point.

Thank you very much for all your concerns. My recovery from surgery is going well. I have almost full mobility in my right arm, and not too much pain. Today I did my full series of Quigong Tai Chi without pain. Hooray!

Unfortunately, it seems my enthusiasm for the TEAM was premature, because I had an incredibly unpleasant encounter with the oncologist and her registrar yesterday. Luckily, Sue C. was with me and was pretty shocked too by the behaviour of these two women, neither of whom listened to my concerns, but did their level best to badger and coax me into undergoing the toughest chemotherapy regimen there is.

Like the Counsellor from Hell and the lazy anaesthetist, they uttered words according to the book, but ignored any legitimate concerns I put on the table and chose to regard them as ignoramus refusal to cooperate.

Oh dear! You've guessed. The sparks flew. The registrar stormed out in a huff and the oncologist laid down the law that I start in two weeks. I don't think so! Not with those two anyway, or at least not without some attitude change, thank you.

Whatever happened to the medical profession? Whatever happened to the hippochratic oath - 'do no harm'? These 'medical bureaucrats' may be technically brilliant, but they are mentally abusive at most and insensitive in the least.

So, now I am not a happy chappie as you can see. With all the normal fears that gnaw at me, I must now make the extra effort to somehow defuse the bad impression on both sides and ensure that I have a TEAM that I can truly trust. From where I sit it doesn't seem fair.............