I like my local dentist, and he is in the process of giving me a very nice bridge. But Dr. Alyea really wanted me to check in with Dr. Treister, so that is what I did yesterday. He turned Dr. D's theory on its head. My problems are not due to prednisone (here I have been blaming it all along) but rather on salivary gland changes during chemotherapy that resulted in a dry mouth.
It is a moot point now, because Dr. Treister said my mouth and my remaining teeth look OK. He also said the area on my tongue where pre-cancerous cells were removed looks fine. But he did prescribe a fluoride gel to apply at bed and also yet another cream for my burning lips.
The local vs. Boston complex brought to mind a time when I went to Holyoke Medical Center by ambulance after falling backwards onto a sidewalk. (This was not a trip-and-fall. It resulted from dehydration and unbalanced electrolytes.) The doctor in Holyoke didn't even want to check in with Dr. Alyea at Dana-Farber, but after I insisted and the call was made, all of a sudden I found myself in an ambulance headed for Boston.
I had a little extra time yesterday, so I went up to the sixth floor to see if any of my nurses from 6A
They always say the same thing: "We don't recognize you with hair"!
But yesterday there were hugs and smile all around. I am buoyed by the memory of their kindness. And I figure they like seeing the result of their good work.