I did want to share the incredible experience I had yesterday at UCSF with the oncologist. The fact that I was able to obtain that appointment still feels like a miracle. I know it is because, yet again, I have someone advocating and fighting hard for me. The female oncologist I met with is brilliant. She is kind, beautiful, empathetic, extremely intelligent and thoughtful. She broke things down from an oncology perspective in a way that far trumped the prior three oncologists I have had the pleasure to meet. End of the day, she agrees surgery is first and until all of that pathology, potential lymph node involvement, and potential oncotype dx results are in, we do not have enough information to create the right plan for me. She was also frank about the number of years I might need hormone suppression. No one tries to tell me the road ahead will be easy. It will be a bumpy ride no matter the final plan. So the question becomes can I deal with the literal long and bumpy drive down 101 freeway to Mission Bay for the foreseeable future in order to obtain her care?