8/4, Who has cancer?  I drove Emily and Janet (mom’s best friend) to the airport and mom was on the bluetooth speaker. I asked my mom how she felt to have 3 kids (me and my siblings) with medical issues, Crohn’s disease, (potential) heart issue, cancer. Emily and Janet said at the same time, “who has cancer?” I looked at them like they were from another planet. Then we all laughed. I take it as a affirming sign that I don’t look or act like I am sick.

8/16, Thermography – Thermography still showed heat in the area of the armpit. Not out of the woods yet. Sigh. 

8/23, Plastic Surgeon Consultation – I decided to consult a plastic surgeon to get some information on my options. The directions to the office were odd. They made sense once I got there, but in all honesty, the entrance to the garage was hard to get to. And then the garage was odd. I wasn’t sure where to park and the signage was confusing. After walking in a circle, following the confusing signage, I finally found the elevated walkway from the garage to the building. I was feeling frustrated. On the outside the building was unassuming, as many buildings in Houston are. I get into the building and it is a bit “over done” for my taste. I get to the suite and there are two sides with two reception desks, with no clear signage. I sign in and am given an iPad to fill in my personal information. As I sit down and look around, I notice the decor and the people. I feel like I have walked into an alternate reality where everything is superficial. It doesn’t feel good to me. I don’t feel like I belong. But I want information and I have been told that this doctor is very interested in overall health, not just plastic surgery. Once I fill out the forms, I hand the iPad back to the receptionist. She asks me for an emergency contact phone number. Long story short, we go round and round about the need for this phone number, and I am unable to see the doctor without it. I have a hard time doing things that I don’t feel are right. I am not going to give up extraneous information, handing out someone else’s private information that I have not been authorized to give. So, I end up leaving. I feel discombobulated. I call my mother. She affirms that it just wasn’t the place for me. The entire experience was wrong, energetically. I am going to lay off looking for a surgeon for now.  I feel like I need an energetic bath now. I need to clean that superficiality off of myself.