The first visit to an institution the size of UNC is mind boggling. The buildings! The people! It is simply overwhleming. After signing up and form filling, they took me back into the clinic. I didn’t have much of a wait. The first thing the nurse does is take your weight. 152 pounds. I didn’t have much of a weight.
Next, they walk you through what reminds me of rows upon rows of horse stalls where they’ll start pitching hay at you. At the trail’s end they sit you into a barberchair of sorts in one of these tiny examination rooms (stalls) and close the door. You hear all kinds of stuff going on out in the halls and realize that it takes a lot of noise for things to happen. I sit there with my hands folded and wait.
Dr Carol Shores, MD, PhD
Dr. Carol Shores makes her entrance by slowly cracking the door and peeking her head in first, extending her hand out saying, Hello Mr. Toman, introducing herself, and the fun begins.
One thing I learned early, from this day on, when Dr. Shores enters the room, people and things fly. Dr. Shores has power.
Dr. Shores talks constantly, explains what she has, what she read, what she’s done, what she’s doing, and what she will be doing.
She sprayed some lidocane up into my mouth at the T4 squamous cell growth. The red nozzle, the kind you see on cans of WD40 flew off. I tried to laugh but how do you laugh when your mouth is stretched wide open?
She confirmed Dr. Vincent by visual inspection and information and the biopsy of the growth would later definitively confirm the cancer.
Dr. Shores described the typical procedure, the typical expected outcome, and the rareity (as compared to breast cancer) of my cancer.
We scheduled surgery for mid afternoon, February 7, 2007.
Later, Joan asked me about the comfort level and about second opinions. Well, I was completely relaxed and in my mind, established within the first 30 seconds of meeting her that Dr. Carol Shores is #1 in my book. Today, her performance out-performs #1. So, she’s at that place that comes before #1.
January 7, 2007 – Dr. Carol Shores, PhD, MD
The first visit to an institution the size of UNC is mind boggling. The buildings! The people! It is simply overwhleming. After signing up and form filling, they took me back into the clinic. I didn’t have much of a wait. The first thing the nurse does is take your weight. 152 pounds. I didn’t have much of a weight.
Next, they walk you through what reminds me of rows upon rows of horse stalls where they’ll start pitching hay at you. At the trail’s end they sit you into a barberchair of sorts in one of these tiny examination rooms (stalls) and close the door. You hear all kinds of stuff going on out in the halls and realize that it takes a lot of noise for things to happen. I sit there with my hands folded and wait.
Dr Carol Shores, MD, PhD
Dr. Carol Shores makes her entrance by slowly cracking the door and peeking her head in first, extending her hand out saying, , introducing herself, and the fun begins.
One thing I learned early, from this day on, when Dr. Shores enters the room, people and things fly. Dr. Shores has power.
Dr. Shores talks constantly, explains what she has, what she read, what she’s done, what she’s doing, and what she will be doing.
She sprayed some lidocane up into my mouth at the T4 squamous cell growth. The red nozzle, the kind you see on cans of WD40 flew off. I tried to laugh but how do you laugh when your mouth is stretched wide open?
She confirmed Dr. Vincent by visual inspection and information and the biopsy of the growth would later definitively confirm the cancer.
Dr. Shores described the typical procedure, the typical expected outcome, and the rareity (as compared to breast cancer) of my cancer.
We scheduled surgery for mid afternoon, February 7, 2007.
Later, Joan asked me about the comfort level and about second opinions. Well, I was completely relaxed and in my mind, established within the first 30 seconds of meeting her that Dr. Carol Shores is #1 in my book. Today, her performance out-performs #1. So, she’s at that place that comes before #1.