The saga continues. Our appointment with The German today has been cancelled.
Apparently there is some disagreement amongst the neuro-pathologists about B’s tumour histology, and the data needs to be re-counted.
Pathologist 1: Check it out, 1p isn’t there
Pathologist 2: No, you idiot, it is there!
Pathologist 1: YOU’RE the idiot
We’ll get a call when The German does have the results, but I imagine there won’t be a full discussion now until next Thursday, the only day he consults.
I’m feeling very removed from the process and uncomfortable about having to place such trust in the system. It’s not that I’m afraid of mistakes being made, although it does happen.
It’s more that we have no physical evidence of what we are told. We’re both very practical, analytical people, so being so uninvolved feels strange. Not that it would help if I was right there, looking into the microscope.
Pathologist: See that pink squiggly thing?