Current mood: blessed
It's true. Life handed me quite a scare/challenge recently and it's not something I'm going to take for granted or lightly...
I'll start at the beginning so it will make more sense...
The last blog I wrote was more about a single person in my life and my reaction to some things going on. I write blogs for me and to keep some people updated with where I am. Unfortunately, I'd done some "free flowing" emotional blogs and well, that didn't turn out so well.
Anyway, I've since dropped that friend completely and it seems I did it just in time.
My last day at my second job was on October 10th. Within the week, I started feeling nauseous everytime I ate and sometimes would have very sharp pains in my stomach. This progressively got worse. By the 19th, it had gotten so bad that I left work early and went to Urgent Care.
They ran a blood test, asked me if I was pregnant (which of course I'm not), did the exam. My stomach reigon was very sensitive to touch and coupled with the anemia they found, they were very concerned.
On the 20th, I had an ultrasound of the kidneys, gall bladder and liver done to see if it was stones or swelling in those areas. Everything was fine though. That morning, my primary care physician called to get me in. Since I had the ultrasound, I was scheduled to see my doctor the next day.
We are up to Wednesday now, the 21st. My Dr. looked at the blood report, ultra-sound results, did an exam and decided that I needed to see a GI Specialist right away.
So, Thursday, I had an appointment with the GI Specialist at 10AM on the 22nd. Due to the pain and anemia, I had an endoscopy the same day. The fear was that I had a bleeding ulcer. This however was not the case.
Went to the hospital by myself. Yes, alone. I let so few people close that this is how it has been for a while now. Needless to say, with everything going on, I was a bit of an emotional wreck as well.
I did learn one thing that day. If you answer "No" to the question, "Are you pregnant?" and when they ask how you know you aren't, if you answer, "I've been abstinent for the past almost 4 years." you will be told that this is not a good enough answer. They will run a pregnancy test. Seriously O.o That was an amazing WTF moment in all this and part of the humor I found in the end.
I had a follow-up appointment with the GI Specialist on the 5th of November. There was a visit with my Primary Dr and blood work before that, and my yearly mammogram which found nothing.
At the follow-up appointment, the GI Specialist is concerned about the anemia and pain so schedules me for a colonoscopy on the 30th of November.
I have a couple of quiet weeks. The pain in my stomach has stopped. I start iron pills and it's pretty easy. On the 16th of November, I have more blood work done and see my Primary Dr. again.
Thanksgiving I spent alone. That was my choice. With everything going on with my health, I didn't want to have to pretend that things were good. So, alone but not lonely.
I had to start prep for the colonoscopy on the 29th (Sunday) and let me say *ugh*, nasty. It eneded up making me sick but the GI Specialist said we'd go through with the procedure anyway.
Monday, I was ready to go to the hospital at 6am. I needed to be there by 6:45 and had arranged for C to come get me. She called at 6:15 because her car blew a tire on the way and she wasn't able to pick me up. Well. Again, I took myself to the hospital, checked in and yes, had another pregnancy test done *rolls eyes*.
Also, like during the endoscopy, they couln't find a vein. That's frustrating and painful by the way. They did of course eventually find one that they could use. I still have bruises though and it's been a week and a half.
Both time I was anesthetized which over all was a good thing. As I was waking up, I was told that they found a polyp and had removed all of it. Now, I had no idea what this meant and in the following days refused to look it up on the computer because I was already scared enough.
I took the Tuesday off and had an appointment that day with another Dr. about the animea. I waited 2 hours for that Dr. to show up and when I went out to my car, discovered that I'd left my lights on >.< The car was dead and I had to wait another hour and a half for AAA to show up *sighs*
At the bank, I forgot my pin number so ended up locking my card >.< Overall, that Tuesday was challenging some but I made it through and went to work on Wednesday.
I knew that they were going to biopsy the polyp and let me know. What I didn't expect on Wednesday the 2nd of December was to have a message on my cell phone from the GI Specialist saying that I had an appointment the next day at 10am and if I couldn't make it I needed to call immediately.
I also didn't expect to get home and have a message from my Primary Dr's office saying that I HAD to make it to the appointment with the Specialist. O.O Talk about freaked out and them some.
So, Thursday the 3rd I make it to the appointment. Now, the GI Specialist, he's not the most warm and fuzzy person I've ever met. He comes in all smiles and happy. O.o Another WTF moment in all this.
He happily and cherrily informs me that they found a polyp in my intestine, shows me where on the chart, says the polyp was biopsied and is pre-cancerous.
What the hell????
I so didn't know how to react. He's happy, my world just turned upside down. He says I have to have surgery to remove part of my intestine.
Oh bless, what am I supposed to do now? He made the appointment for me to consult with the surgon on Monday the 7th of December.
I had all weekend to freak the fuck out, and I did, trust me. I also got to a good place in my head about this all and realized by the Friday how blessedly lucky I had gotten.
Bless the surgon too by the way. I told him all this minus the internal comments when he asked how I'd ended up in his office. He put it like this, "If I was talking to my mother, sister, wife, any female family member about this, I'd tell them to not have the surgery."
There was more of course but it broke down to he felt the surgery was a greater health risk than regular colonoscopies and blood tests. I may never develop another polyp and if I do, it may not be pre-cancerous.
*ginormous sigh of relief*
Now it's Wednesday the 9th, two months after I quit the second job and cut a friend out of my life. This whole time, I never second guessed that decision. Go figure.
Closing for now. Next blog is about what I think I've learned in all this.