#BackToTheGP

[cloudycheer]

A Stormy Mood, a Short Visit, and Unclear Answers

Worked from home again today—had my follow-up with the Professor after the biopsy. But truth be told, I wasn’t in a good place heading into it.

I drove recklessly. Snapped at other drivers. Lost my temper in the private hospital carpark, shouting at people to wait, just like I was, hoping for a space to open up.

Then came the appointment: six minutes. $180. That’s it.

The Professor said my bone marrow looks fine. That’s good. But for reasons no one can yet explain, my immune system is attacking the platelets my marrow is making. Until my count drops below 10 (I'm at 25), they won’t start treatment. So now, I’m back under GP care—routine bloods, regular check-ins, and monitoring. If my numbers fall further, then back to the Professor I go.

It’s technically good news. But with a clouded heart and a quick consult that left me with more waiting than clarity, it’s hard to feel relief.

Still cloudy. Still showing up. —Cloudy Cheer 🌧🩺