Meeting My Oncologist: Another Angel in the Room
The afternoon of my diagnosis, after taking some time at home to rest and process, Chris and I headed to the Mays Cancer Center to meet my oncologist. It wasn’t just another appointment, it was the beginning of the next chapter in a story I didn’t choose, but one I’m determined to write with strength. The clinic was unusually quiet. No one else had been scheduled that day. A Warm Welcome in a Cold Place The staff was kind and welcoming, gently guiding me through the intake process and into the exam room. One nurse mentioned that my oncologist, Dr. Jones, had been at the hospital earlier but knew I was coming and would likely be there soon. She handed me the infamous pink robe and told me I probably had a few minutes before needing to change. But I decided to just put it on so I was ready. I barely had time to sit down next to Chris before there was a knock on the door. And then in walked Dr. Jones. With a warm smile and undeniable energy, she said, "Oh, it’s so nice to meet...