Last week, I “saw” my primary care physician and my oncologist via Facetime. Both appointments were safe and convenient and I felt well-cared-for. 

The oncologist sees me twice a year to follow up on my 2018 breast cancer diagnosis.  But my PCP asked for this appointment just a week ago.  The Covid-19 pandemic is taking lives so quickly that patients often die before having told their family their end-of-life-wishes.  She wanted to be sure she knew mine, just in case. 

We had a good conversation. She was very helpful.  I had a good conversation with my oncologist too until she asked me if she could exam me.  “Now?” I asked. “Yes” she said.  For the first time ever, I bared my upper body on Facetime. It was strange, but we got the job done.