That was a whole mess of grump right there in that last post, wasn't it? Thanks so much for the support, and for listening to me vent. I don't know what it was, but suddenly, everything was piling up on me and I was just feeling a little smushed and crushed and crumpled around the edges. Not broken, though. Never broken, right? Right.
There is some good news and some positivity through all this, though. My cousin Maggie's best friend is named Isabella. Momolla brought my aunt and uncle up to speed on the Laslow-Mitford situation and my aunt passed this information along to Isabella's parents. Isabella's dad happens to be Dr. James Metz, one of the foremost pediatric oncologists in south Jersey. Apparently, he wanted to step in and take charge of my treatment and make sure I was being taken good care of and that I was in good hands. My aunt talked him down a little, and he sent me his personal cell phone number and the message that if I had any questions, needed any help or wanted a second opinion, I could call him. This level of generosity from a total stranger just floors me. Here I am, his daughter's friend's cousin, and how tenuous a link is that? And yet, he was concerned enough to reach out and offer any help he could. I think when I am feeling a little more grounded, probably tomorrow, I will call him and thank him for his kindness. And ask him a few questions. I'm not exactly a pediatric oncology patient, but he might know of some resources I can use, especially with the insurance company.
Speaking of those stupid assholes, I'm going to e-mail that same aunt and ask about legal aid. She's a lawyer and works in a federal court building so she probably has a much better idea of what's available than I do. And she's pretty awesome, so it'll be nice to catch up. I feel a little bad I haven't let them know what's going on before, but what with trying to keep everyone updated, some of the people I love have slipped through the cracks. As it is, there is a list that Jim and I divide up after every procedure for who needs to be called and updated. Somehow, though, I always miss someone.
Through all the fear and the nerves and the waiting, I have been surrounded by the most phenomenal support and just covered in kindness. As with anything in life, there's sweet to go with the bitter. I truly am blessed with wonderful women who have stepped up to offer comfort and warmth and humor and caring. And tons of hugs, whether virtual or actual. Thank you all, for letting me fall apart a little, and for giving me strength when I need it. I couldn't do this with any degree of grace were it not for you all. On Thursday I meet with the doctor again, and I'll let you all know how that goes as soon as I do. I'm keeping my fingers crossed and keeping my mantra going through my mind.