Received good news for a change.
The new specialist I'm now seeing says my lab results are good and my CT shows no further deteriorating of my organ.
In other words, I'm not getting sicker. I'm holding fast.
He seemed surprised, and actually pleased to be surprised. Odd. To see a doctor actually be pleased that I'm doing well is something I'm not used to. Having a doctor be a jerk and barely listen to me, THAT is the norm.
Regardless, he was still surprised and explained his surprise came from years of having patients not follow his advice, and get progressively worse on each visit. He was happy to see that I took his advice to heart. I told him I didn't think I had much of a choice. I was the one to seek him out. It'd be counterproductive to not heed it.
We came to an unspoken agreement at that point, I believe. I won't compare him to my previous bastard of a doctor, and he won't compare me to his previous apathetic patients. I'll do what he says, and he'll work with me. We will be a team and not adversaries.
This gives me strength.
This gives me hope.
This gives me peace of mind, and soul.
