Cancer Treatment Center Continued

CTCA was the best of the best!  My consult at St Joes was not so thorough.  I filled out a questionnaire. the Dr called me back quickly, before I was done filling out the papers, he said to just leave them.  He had me in the room for less than 5 minutes, looked at the CT scan and determined I did not have Chondrosarcoma.    I met again with the GI Dr at Cancer Treatment Center and was scheduled for the Colonoscopy because the over the counter treatments did not work.  He was confident with the Neurosurgeons determination.  I felt uneasy.  After my procedure, he said all 6 parts of my colon were blocked. Gave me some suggestions for daily regime for the rest of my life.  He was so kind, compassionate, helpful, and I fell into his hands for a reason.  It was all a true blessing.   Now, I will always have  Chondrosarcoma on my mind.  When someone says you have cancer in your body, it doesn't just go away very easily.  It continues to weigh on my mind.  It is stressful.  I wasn't impressed by the Neurosurgeon consult.  Perhaps if there was no pain it wouldn't bother me?  But I also understand rationally that the fusion (cadaver bone) looks like what Chondrosarcoma would look like on imaging.   I have researched extensively this illness and understand it like the back of my hand.  I have an abundance of medical knowledge from my academic and profession skills and have worked closely with some of the most  qualified Doctors in the acute and Palliative fields. 

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