My oncology appointments are getting more spread out, which is a good thing; fewer problems means fewer appointments. My last appointment was exactly 5 months ago, and my next appointment will be in about 7 months. After that, my oncologist said I can move to yearly appointments, ideally timed in coordination with my yearly breast NP appointments so that I alternate between the Breast Center and oncology every 6 months. My oncology appointments will continue to be scheduled with either my oncologist or oncology NP. I am acutely aware of how I used to feel when going 3 months in between appointments felt "too long", and it's interesting how I'm clearly in a new place now, able to welcome the longer time in between appointments.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I arrived 15 minutes early, guessing that I would need time for a blood draw, which I did.
Checking in at the registration desk, I felt a weird sense of sadness when I looked around and recognized nobody. I had gotten so used to seeing familiar faces that seeing no familiar faces at all made me feel kind of lonely. What's more, as I was getting my blood drawn, my old port nurse was in the room, too, but did not recognize me. Granted, I was masked, and back when I used to see her, I always wore a hat to hide my hair loss. Still, I did not say anything to her, for fear that she would still not recognize me even if I reminded her.
Speaking of masks, I'm very glad that medical facilities in my area still require masks, which I know is not the case across the country. Still, I will never understand why, 2 1/2 years into this COVID-19 pandemic, medical facilities continue to provide only surgical masks to staff and patients, knowing that they do not provide sufficient protection against airborne viruses. I was impressed that many, if not most, of the patients I saw were wearing high-quality N95 / KN95 / KF94 masks, though there was one guy who did not wear a mask at all. I think he was the escort for a patient who was wearing a mask, and I don't understand why he was not asked to wear a mask, or denied entry for not wearing a mask.
Anyway, during my blood draw, the phlebotomist had a difficult time filling the tubes. By now I well know the drill of having to drink extra water starting the night before a blood draw, but I just plumb forgot! I felt pretty sheepish about making the phlebotomist's job harder.
As usual, I got my vitals taken, and was relieved that my blood pressure was fine, since it's given me a little trouble in the past.
I was glad to see my oncologist. I know she's not a friend, but she was a familiar face and has always been supportive.
I asked if I would be getting an EKG today, and she seemed surprised at the question. I have learned to not hold it against my doctors when they don't know my whole medical file; I figure, they have so many patients, and only a few minutes to review each file before an appointment, so it's okay if they don't remember everything, as long as they think things through after I bring something up. In this case, I reminded her that the cardiologist who did my pre-surgery clearance said I should get an EKG every 6-12 months while on hormone therapy. Once she confirmed that note in my medical file, she went ahead and arranged for an EKG to be done at the end of the appointment.
We then discussed my concerns. First, I said I'm still feeling the same very mild neuropathy in the first three fingers of both hands, presumably a remnant of chemo. At this point, I mostly ignore it, but it's there.
Then, I told her about various menopause-related side effects, presumably from taking anastrozole and having had my ovaries out. Stiffness in my fingers, hot flashes, and vaginal dryness are not new, and my doctor reminded me that if my side effects start to interfere with my daily living, I don't have to suffer, there are options, including trying another aromatase inhibitor called letrozole.
I did tell her about a new concern, which is that my thumbs sometimes hurt now. They are stiff like the other fingers, but additionally, whenever I try to grasp or squeeze something (like a bottle), the thumbs hurt and feel weak. Sometimes it's mild and is just an inconvenience, but other times it's more severe, like I end up using both hands to hold a bottle to make sure I don't drop it. My doctor said arthralgia (pain in joints and muscles) is common with anastrozole, but there's always a chance it could be arthritis. Again, it came down to how bothersome the symptom is: if it's very problematic, I could get imaging to rule out or diagnosis arthritis, and/or get physical therapy to help manage the pain, and/or try letrozole and see if side effects improve. Otherwise, I can just monitor it and live with it. At this point, it's not so bad, so I figure I'll just put up with it.
Lastly, I mentioned the mild numbness and tingling in my right foot and leg that has been happening on and off since July. Sometimes it's just in the last 2 toes of my right foot, and it feels similar to the neuropathy in my first 3 fingers. Other times the numbness and tingling extend up my leg to some degree. Because the sensations are always concentrated in the same area, essentially in a line down the outside of my leg, my doctor thinks it's nerve-related, especially since I had a lot of similar nerve-related problems in the past. She suggested I add regular stretching to my daily routine, and see if that helps.
After all the talking, I changed into a gown (top only) for a physical exam. Everything was fine!
The doctor then stepped out and a medical assistant came in to do my EKG. She put one lead on each of my calves, one on each of my forearms, and 6 on my torso. She printed out the EKG on the spot and left it on the computer table for my doctor. I took a look and jotted down my QT/QTc numbers: 442/438 ms. Normal QT is 350-450 ms, and normal QTc is 360-460 ms, so it looks like I'm back in the normal range!
When my oncologist returned to wrap up the appointment, she gave me the business card of the new social worker in the Cancer Center, in case I ever want to talk with her. Apparently, the amazing social worker who helped me through chemo retired.
Back home, I checked my lab results, and my LFTs and estradiol are both within the expected range! Yay! Maybe things are really finally settling down.
