I got my blood drawn.
A super friendly new-to-me medical assistant took my vitals, then brought me to an exam room for my EKG. I changed into a gown (top only), and the medical assistant put a bunch of electrodes on my arms, ankles, and torso. I had almost forgotten that getting an EKG means more time spent attaching and detaching the electrodes and changing my clothes than actually getting recorded.
Next I saw my medical oncology NP. Usually I have a long list of concerns, but today it just felt like we were touching base on a few known issues. No change in my side effects (slight neuropathy in first 3 fingers on both hands, tightness in joints), and they aren't so bad that they disrupt my activities of daily living. Actually, I've noticed I haven't had as many hot flashes lately, but I forgot to mention that.
My NP was very sympathetic about my upcoming surgery, but I assured her that I understand and accept the rationale, and I'm okay with it. It actually felt a little comforting to know that she was treating the surgery like a Big Deal, because I do think both my usual GYN and the GYN surgeon gave the impression that the surgery is No Big Deal. In a way, that's a good thing, because it implies that to them, the surgery is commonplace and nothing to worry about. Still, surgery is surgery, and I'm getting organs removed from my body!
My NP reiterated what my GYN surgeon has already said, which is that after the surgery, I should not expect to experience many new symptoms of menopause since my body has already gone through the effects of losing estrogen.
During this appointment, some of my blood work results came in, and my NP was super excited to show me that my ALT and AST (the liver function tests) went down again! Not only that, but the AST actually fell to within normal limits!! Yay!! I've been making a real effort to exercise more, drink more water, drink less alcohol, eat better, and stay active after eating, but given the steady rate of decline of the LFTs, I'm guessing none of that really matters as much as the simple fact that I stopped taking Tamoxifen. But it's not all for nothing, because my NP commented that I look like I lost weight! I did lose something like 3-5 pounds, not enough to really be noticeable, but it's something.
At the end of the appointment I asked if I was "all set" with that "medical clearance" the hospital wanted, but my NP didn't seem to know what that was all about. She wondered aloud if I should get a chest X-ray, and then decided it wasn't necessary at my age. I left feeling a bit uneasy about whether or not I was "all set" for surgery next week.
I almost forgot that I still had to get my Lupron shot after this appointment. In a way it felt a little bittersweet seeing my treatment nurse for probably the last time. I mentioned that next week's surgery would make this my last injection appointment, and the nurse expressed encouragement and wished me luck. I was feeling a bit emotional about never seeing this nurse again, but I also felt silly because the nurse was pretty matter-of-fact about it, so I just kept the sentimentality to myself and cheerfully told her I've enjoyed talking with her at my appointments.
On my way out, I scheduled my next appointment with my oncologist. It was supposed to be in 3 months but the earliest available was in 5 months.
Back at home, I was still feeling unsettled regarding that "medical clearance", so I made some phone calls. First I called the hospital's Pre-Admissions Testing. They said if I need medical clearance, it's something I get from my PCP. I explained that the pre-operative phone call person said it could go through my oncologist, who I was already scheduled to see, but when I asked my oncology NP today, they didn't seem to know what it was all about. So then they said I should call the office of the doctor performing the surgery to find out if I'm "all set" or not. So I called the GYN surgeon's office, and the surgery coordinator did not know what kind of "medical clearance" was needed either! She said she didn't know if I was "all set" or not, but she'd put in a message with the doctor and get back to me next week. I expressed concern that this all might not get resolved in time for my surgery, and the surgery coordinator said, "We'll get to the bottom of this. Don't worry." So okay. I guess I won't worry! (Of course I will, but I will tell myself not to.)
Oh, one last thing. My blood work came back showing my estradiol as <5, which is where it should be. My NP said maybe they'd check it one more time after surgery, just for fun, but once the ovaries are out, the whole point is that we won't have to worry about the estradiol anymore.
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