A regular follower of this blog, a survivor I know only through his comments, responded to my recent post. He wrote,
By the time you finished, you had a background that was essential for you to be able to grow with the clinical experience that made it all come together...
I get scared too. As my disease progresses I often find myself wide-awake in the middle of the night. But I follow my own advice, given countless times on the Cancer Hotline: "Don't worry so much about finding the 'best in the field'. Find a doctor who knows your name--that'll be the one who'll care enough to treat you like a person, not a diagnosis. Trust him or her."
My doctor has made mistakes with me. In spite of his talents and intellect, he is no God. There are days he sees 28 patients with advanced cancers. I expect that and keep my history clear in my mind, so that I can remind him of little things he might forget. But I trust him with my life, without any reservation. He knows my name.