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.