[rhondalea]

I'm with you on the obnoxious onc, although at least I have the benefit of a good RO who is willing to compensate somewhat for his colleague's deficiencies.

I received my MRI results 15 minutes ago. Nothing growing, thankfully, but I'm not sure I trust the results--nowhere in the report does it say, "Brain is oatmeal," but there's absolutely no doubt that my brain is currently the consistency of porridge. You'd think they'd have picked that up.

To get the MRI, I didn't have to ask. I just had to mention the headache (which I really do have), the transient nausea and a general sense of not being entirely present in my body. I made it clear that a) I had talked to a doctor at Sloan-Kettering about the sorry state of my consciousness and comprehension, b) that I planned to get help for it, and c) that I wasn't asking for her input or assistance. She seemed to take that as a challenge, which is how I ended up lying in a tube listening to bad music (the purpose of which was apparently to mask the excessive noise that has undoutedly damaged my already fragile hearing).

So with these deity wannabes, the answer seems to be that they have to come up with the idea themselves. Don't ask for anything, just ramble on about a bunch of symptoms (and possibly what you plan to do about them on your own) and wait while the overweening ego rights itself and figures out how to be back in a place of control.