We went the “eenie-meeny-miney-mo” route. Seemed as good an option as any
My family has been incredible, wonderfully supportive. Each have displayed quiet, positive resolve. I have a sneaking suspicion that their private WhatsApp messages to each other might reveal another story.
Following the surgeries and after the initial meeting with the oncologist, we did what all good-standing members of the tribe do — we went for a second opinion. And because we’re very religious, we went for a third.
Hearing the different doctors and their differing opinions and attempting to wind our way through a maze of specialties and sub-specialties turned out to be a humbling exercise in insurance road-rage. Try asking a keypad for a human voice; I dare you.
Making the final decision regarding which opinion to follow meant gathering all the information we’d accrued and going with the most experienced and intelligent position possible. We went the “eenie-meeny-miney-mo” route. Seemed as good an option as any.
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