My endocrinologist made a recommendation for a gynecologic oncologist, should I need to seek out a second opinion. And even if I don't require a second opinion (assuming all is clear on my ultrasound and any biopsy and any other diagnostics to be run to determine what is going on with my baby basket), I might still seek out this doctor for a consultation and see if he can be my primary gyno.
I loathe pussyfooting around with a good majority of the medical professionals found in the 'burbs. Who has the time and energy to be trifled with? And if going to Columbia for my gastric bypass, and going to Mt. Sinai for a gynecological consult makes me a snob, then so be it. At least I'm a snob who is alive and well, and has a reasonable quality of life.
It's like that line of dialogue from Shawshank Redemeption, "Either get busy living, or get busy dying." Therein is the rub. Dying a slow death due to negligence (either by me or by an inept doctor) is not an acceptable state of being for me.
Three more days until my ultrasound... well, TWO more and "a wake up."
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