Six months ago I plead for an appointment
Three months ago I have my first appointment with Dr. T.
Various tests commence
I wait nearly an hour for the fellow to confer with the doctor: they enter the room. I try not to, but I really think there might be confetti, a few sparklers and a Ta Da: “Miss Witzenburg, you have idiopathic somethingitis.”
- not using Octreotide scares me–this medicine has allowed made me feel better than I have in decades
- my hopes have been dashed again
- I’ve waited six months for an answer
- I expected more