We recently learned that our local oncologist is retiring. He’s 52 years old and has had it with the medical profession, citing increasing difficulties with insurance companies and litigious Americans as a few of the reasons for early retirement. I’m really going to miss him. He was probably the best doctor I ever had in my life. He shoots straight from the hip and tells it like it is.
I’ll continue with my quarterly visits to Duke and will see the replacement doctor at this local practice every few months.
No blood was drawn, so it’ll be September before I have any test results to share again. In the mean time, I’ll assume I’m still stable and myeloma will stay in the deeper recesses of my mind. It’s been a pleasure to have been treatment free for almost a year now. I still have myeloma, but it’s been sitting still.