|Diane, Callen, and Joe at the dock|
Back to reality, I got the results of the visual field test that I thought my left eye had failed.
I passed the test after all. It goes to show you something. I’m not exactly sure what it is. Well, actually, I do know but I’m not sure how to fix it because it might be a personality trait. The tendency to catastrophize. The doctor was super nice. She said that the experience of taking the test is subjective. Some people hate it. Some think they failed but they didn’t. Some don’t mind.
She said I had very nice tears. I didn't know whether to thank her or not. It reminds me of not knowing whether I should say thank you when I was bald and people said my head had a very nice shape. I'm pretty sure I said thank you to be polite, but I didn't have anything to do about it.
The dermatologist showed me an enlarged photo of my neck and pointed to the spot. I nearly fell off the table. “That’s how my neck looks???” I said, or maybe I just gasped. If polka dotted necks were in, I would win a prize. I think I'll go re-read Nora Ephron’s “I Feel Bad About My Neck.”
The consensus is to try to go every three weeks instead of every other week because I seem to have reached a plateau. I’m stuck with the lumps and bumps and the “band” along my abdomen but Dr. Liu (Stephanie) is pleased because you can pinch the skin on my thighs (yahoo!) whereas when this problem (graft vs. host of the skin) started, my thighs were rock hard. You might want that for your abs but not for the rest of your skin. If we hadn't taken action, I might have ended up with a new problem: scleroderma, or hardening of the skin. And that would not have been good for my tennis game.