I have already expressed my love for Dr. Pink. He is awesome. He is friendly. He is sincere. (And he is a breast cancer advocate...you just have to adore him.)
I don't know about you, but I cannot say that about many doctors. They all seem so rushed, like you are just a chart number, yet another patient to get out the door.
Not Dr. Pink.
I went in for my follow up appointment today, to have him check my incisions and my rash. The nurse, a breast cancer survivor herself, asks if I am better. I tell her I don't think I am better, but maybe she will think so. "No, you are not better. It looks worse. You haven't started radiation or anything have you?"
Um....No. Do I really look THAT bad?
In walks Dr. Pink, preparing to hear that I am doing well, then he looks at my arms...my neck...
While shaking his head, he exclaims, "You are definitely not better."
Tell me about it...I hurt.
Dr. Pink believes I am allergic to something he used while prepping me for surgery. As he was writing my prescription, I told him the good news about my test results. He stopped what he was doing, turned around, and looked me dead in my eyes. "I am so relieved." And I believe him.
He then went on to tell me how proud he is of me for staying on top of this. I did not feel like he was my doctor, I felt like he was a concerned grand father, complimenting me for using my *minor* control freak tendencies to make sure I get the best possible care.
As I was preparing to leave, he made me promise that I will continue to check in with him after I get to New York. I know that some people say that just to say it, but the way that he went into full detail, I believe he really does care to hear my story.
This appointment was not really important enough to write a blog about, but Dr. Pink's behavior is.
When someone takes the extra time and effort, it makes a girl feel good.
Let's hope the prescription Dr. Pink wrote for me makes me feel even better!