Sunday, July 1, 2012

First trip to the oncologist

Well Dr Sholi took one look at the MRI and said "You're going to Moffitt tomorrow" and that was it.  He gave me a note to take to work outlining my condition and said "NO WORK" and ordered me to stay off my feet.  This was not really a problem because by this time I couldn't walk anyway the pain was so bad.  I got a pair of crutches from the Salvation Army store to hobble around.
I called my friend out on Longboat and asked if he could come and get Foxy (cutest Corgi in the world) because I couldn't walk her anymore.  Foxy would end up out on Longboat Key for over a month but if he wouldn't have helped me I would have had to send Foxy to the rescue group and I really didn't want to do that. 
I worked out the details of what exactly "no work" means with my job.  When I was hired I signed up for the short term disability pay ... figuring that as a CNA I could get hurt and would need some money.  (Boy was I right).  I had to use up all of my vacation and personal days and then go on FMLA (family medical leave act) and then the payments would kick in.  Now I lived pretty close to the edge financially anyway, but the thought of having a reduced paycheck sent me into a panic.

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