Getting dumped is a pretty awful feeling that I thought generally existed only in the dating world. That's not true as I have found out. My doctor walked in and jokingly said, "So did anyone tell you that I'm dumping you today?" I was caught off guard and hoped that he was actually joking. But alas, he's moving on to bigger and better things in the lung cancer medical world to become a Director in another institution to teach, research, and work on clinical trials. I thought, No! This can't be! I was already missing the bluntness and directness of his approach that grew on me after 3 years, and the comfort and familiarity of seeing him at the hospital. After we hugged, I tried not to cry as we closed off with the status of my PET scan (stable! yah!) and what my next options would be once this treatment stops working. I most likely won't see him again, but I have his contact information. He did encourage us to call if we have any questions and even stated that if there is a clinical trial at his new facility that might be of interest, we can contact him. Maybe it's not the end of the relationship but a change in our relationship.
