TWO-hundred mile drive, a promise made to Dads are as important as a promise by a dad to a child.
I said I would be there for the meeting with Mama Dash and her new oncologist.
When I arrived, about 3:30 pm local time, Papa Dash and I were talking and he said that about 2:00 local time, the Drs office called him and wanted to move the meeting up an hour.
He said no. 1. People (me) were coming from out-of-town and were currently out of contact. (All that line-of-sight stuff with phones and mountains)
2. Just no. Transport has been arranged, again, people from out-of-town and chemo is on the schedule for tomorrow. (Thursday) and they require her isolation for two days afterwards.
Yes, forty-eight hours after treatment, she is forbidden to have physical contact with anyone or leave her room. People cannot touch her, if they do, they must wash, surgeon style before they move anywhere out of the facility.
As I sit there and check on things, get updated by Papa Dash and help Mama out of the bed into a wheelchair (needing to use the lady’s room) I paged for the nursing assistant to do the other end of the job, I can move her, but the lady’s room has a line I won’t cross.
3:55 rolls around, we are getting all our plans planned. Questions written down, and I said that the transport unit had arrived.
Then it left.
“Um… Dad, it’s not out there anymore.”
4:00 PM. Meeting is at 4.15. Drive time is 10 minutes.
That is not a lot of time for loading, driving, offloading and such.
Rehabilitation center calls the transport company, transport company says they never got the call from the Dr’s office. A call to the Doctors office?
They moved the meeting up to 3:00.
No one was notified.
Long story short… well…medium…
Doctor’s meeting now is on Thursday at noon.
“noon? When the office is closed normally?” A-yuh. So it seems.
We’ll find out. So now I am sleeping on my sisters sofa, and not drive 200 miles home, then 200 miles back in the morning.
I am being entertained by the 11-year-old, sitting and talking. But now she has gone to bed. Leaving me with two cages of hamsters. One with a dozen BRAND new baby hamsters. (anyone want a couple?)
They don’t squeak loud, but they do squeak.
Papa Hamster is on the wheel trying to run away.
This is going to be a long night.
Meeting in the morning, record all the doctor has to say, ask questions and then we do a family “Round Table” discussion afterwards to weigh our options.
My only thought now.
If YOU as a patient call THAT MORNING to your doctor and request to change the appointment. They will, but they will charge you for the missed visit.
Or if you DON’T call and unilaterally change it. You get charged.
This is wrong on many levels for the thought that the office in turn can just dismiss the appointment and, in this case move it UP by over an hour without people knowing.
Will the office now charge for a missed appointment?
I realize that sometimes MD’s get emergency calls. But a specialty like oncology, emergency response from the MD is not a common issue. Not like a trauma surgeon, or an active cardiologist that might be in surgery longer than expected or has an emergency call.
So why move it up by an hour? or… Why move it up and NOT tell ANYONE? Rehab center, transport company, …patient?
Maybe we should charge that office for our time wasted. Fortune has it, of course I did budget for the fuel for this trip. But not for the time lost for tomorrow.
Ah well. Tomorrow is another day.
Update on Mama Dash:
She is getting stronger, quickly, but it still looks like at least another week of weakness to overcome before she can come home to a house that she would have trouble navigating around in.
I have practiced some archery “magic” for the 11 and 16-year-old to watch.
I can shoot a smiley face into a target using about 10 arrows.
But I do it upside umop and then turn it over so it appears familiar.
“Have a nice day.”
I do enjoy being the “cool” uncle. Just as I do being the “Cool” dad. (Drives Princess #2 crazy, a lot of HER friends have broken homes, parents hate each other and fight in courts. Then the kids come over to our house and tell her she has cool parents. She has nothing to complain about.)
So that is my blog for the night. Not long, but not short. I am still annoyed with the Dr’s office for unilaterally changing the meeting without confirmation by ->anyone<- that they are even aware.
But I am pleased to be a part of this family, we are awesome- (Well, they are awesome, I am just “okay”, working on fine, good, great and then awesome). We might take it in the shorts and we still pull it together.
Fiction is delayed for a few days, but I will keep you updated on the RL adventures of the prince of unpublished, undiscovered, unknown un-novels!