Saw my primary care physician today, as per the oncologist’s request. He asks “How bad is the depression.” I say,”What depression, the Casodex is out of my system. I feel great.” He says “Well it’s going to be tough to treat depression that’s gone. Doesn’t seem to make sense to treat something that isn’t here.” I agree. (I love this guy.) He’s obviously happy that I’m happy, but his job just got a lot more messy. He’s not the least bit interested in putting me back on Casodex to figure out what works – which could well take several weeks. I’m not too wild about that either. And then there’s this complicating factor that in December last year I had no particularly bad reactions. So he decides he needs another confab with the oncologist and they’ll get back. Fortunately, we had a variety of other topics to talk about, so it wasn’t a total waste.
On the Horns of a Dilemma