The day started out ominously.
I had an appointment for my in-office cystoscopy with Dr Previte at Northeast Urological in North Andover. I gave myself plenty of time for travel and check in. Traffic was heavy, but moving. At my exit to Merrimack/Sutton St, traffic was at a stand-still. I could see further up the road that the signal lights were flashing for an oncoming train. Generally this only takes a few minutes, but things didn't seem right. Impatient people were making a U-turn, while some dangerously went through the gates. Others decided to take a side street to get around the signals. However, I noticed an approaching police cruiser with lights flashing. The cruiser proceeded to the side street and blocked traffic so no others could go this route. Traffic began to mount on both sides of this major intersection. I had thought about taking an alternative route, but figured others had the same thought so I'd once again be in grid-lock.
The police officer exited the cruiser and made their way to the crew assembled at the junction. After a few minutes. traffic was allowed to cross through the lowered gates a few cars at a time. Eventually I made it through only to get stuck at the next set of lights where cars were once again grid-locked because someone thought they were special and ended up blocking the road as they waited to move. I looked at the time and I had 5 minutes to spare. So close but yet so far.
Finally I was able to proceed. I snagged a spot near the entrance and stood in line to check in. After my verifying information on file, I was asked for my insurance cards. No problem. I dug out my wallet and pulled out my secondary insurance card, but my Medicare Card was not where it was supposed to be. I took everything out of my wallet (actually found a few gift cards that I had forgotten about), but no Medicare Card. The attendant said, "Don't worry, I can find the number." But I was discombobulated because I am very careful returning things like credit cads, license, etc to my wallet. I even have an elastic band that I put on my hand until the items are replaced. I was running through my memories trying to determine when the last time I had it out. Very disconcerting.
After I provided my specimen sample, I returned to the waiting room and once again started looking through my wallet. However, my name was called.
After providing verbal verification of my vitals, I was brought to an all too familiar examination room and told, '"You know the drill. Dr Previte will be right with you." So I dropped trow and assumed the position all the while trying to determine where I was last when the card was asked.
Dr Previte arrived and after some pleasantries and a run-down of prior procedures, he said let's take a look.
This time the monitor was working so I could see what he was seeing. He moved the implement around (a bit uncomfortable). He said things are looking good. He pointed out the two diverticulum and once again I could see the ureter doing its thing. He said, "Things are looking good. Let me look around once more to make sure I didn't miss anything." Finally, he exclaimed that I was clear.
He returned to his notes and started 'talking out' my treatment time table. So, according to his notes, I am due for a next round of BCG in April, probably in-office cystoscopy in July, then ...another round of BCG in October and another cystoscopy in November. According to his records that will bring me up to my 3 year treatment. Provided all goes well, I'll be relegated on an annual 'look see'.
Now in my head, I thought this upcoming round of BCG would be my last. Guess not.
While writing this I got a call indicating that my next round (of three) will begin April 9th with the next cystoscopy scheduled for July 31st.
I ordered a replacement Medicare card online. We'll see how long it takes to arrive.
More to come!