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Precisely at 9:00 a.m., five years ago today, the phone rang and my life changed.
There were two calls, actually, from two physicians. I don’t recall which was first, but one was Dr. Danny Sands (my primary), and the other was orthopedist Dr. Jeffrey Zilberfarb. Five days earlier I’d seen Dr. Sands for a physical; in my pre-visit agenda email (PDF at right), I’d noted “Shoulder: range of motion complaint,” and that as we’d discussed earlier, I had made an appointment to see Dr. Z on January 2. That visit had been cordial, unremarkable; he’d x-rayed my shoulder.
But in the x-ray Dr. Zilberfarb saw something unexpected, and he’d contacted Dr. Sands. Dr. Sands called me and said, “… I pulled up the x-ray on my screen. Your shoulder will be fine – it’s just a rotator cuff problem. But Dave – there’s something in your lung.” (See lower image.)
He said we didn’t know what it was – could be a fungal thing, could be a scar left over from some old infection – but “we need to find out.” I said, “So, you need me to get back in there?” He said yes.
Imagine hearing “There’s something in your lung” when you don’t feel sick – something significant enough that your doctor calls you at 9 a.m. You immediately start thinking about that spot, looking for any sensation, any sign of trouble. You start wondering, “Do I have a time bomb inside me??” And that’s not a nice feeling to have, when your doctor’s on the phone.
He said he’d called radiology and ordered a CT. In parting I asked, “In the meantime, is there anything I can do?” And Dr. Sands replied: “…Just go home and have a glass of wine with your wife.”
And that is a sobering thing to hear from your physician.
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