Hello my name is K and I am a freak of nature. When regular people get sick, they go to the doctor for tests, the doctor tells them "Mrs So and So I'm sorry you have diabetes" or "Mr Something or other you have tuberculosis" , then they are send on their way to get medication or treatment. And then they live happily ever after or so.
Then I come along. From the beginning nothing has been normal. From the first exam by my family doctor who got real serious real fast without giving me much information to ponder, to the blood test that showed I was human, to the trip to the first specialist who happily shoved a endoscope up my nose and two needles in my neck, to the chest xray that proved I was skinny on the inside, to the last minute appointment with the pathologist who did liposuction on my mass, to the CT scan that made me feel like I wet my pants(more on that later). Everything pointed nowhere.
But lets back up for a minute. That trip to the pathologist. It was an experience in itself. He was very smart but very serious. I hardly felt a thing, especially after he shocked me by saying "This will hurt a LOT" I was too stunned to feel the needle. I swear, had I know he was going to perform something similar liposuction on my mass I would have asked him to take a little off my thighs and belly. He took not one, but three samples. and boy did I feel it after! He sent me on my way and it was over. Like a bad blind date, I left with the words "Call me" ready to leap off my tongue.
The CT scan was so quick its hard to believe that it happened. I got treated really well by the nurse I dealt with and he warned me well about what I would go through. I giggled a little when he said once the medium was injected I would feel like I wet myself but to not worry, it is just a feeling, not reality. I got naked from the shoulders up, hopped on the table and tried not to think about anything. The nurse was kind enough to inform me that they use a really big needle but he would try to be gentle. At that moment I was quite happy that I didn't have my glasses on because I was sure had I seen the size I would have run out of the room screaming. I now have this lovely purple bruise on my arm as a reminder that the needle was HUGE! So the material was injected and holy cow I just wet my pants! Oh wait no its just the feeling. I checked afterwards and sure enough all was dry so I was ok. But boy that was a strange feeling. I finished up and went home to wait and wait and wait for any word of what was going on.
Dr. Bosch called this evening to let me know the results. Dammit, nothing was conclusive! There was nothing that fully pointed to one area and said "THIS IS WHAT IS WRONG" Crap. He goes on to teach me two new words #1 SCHWARNNOMA #2 PARAGANGLIOMA Ummmmm ok....The only thing the CT scan and the pathologist could agree on was that this mass was slow growing. Ok I guess thats good news... The doctor couldn't come right out and say its not cancer because again the information collected couldn't confirm or deny definitely. The doc is now going to pass my ct scan onto a radiologist specialist to get a better read on what exactly is in the picture. Next up for me will be an MRI to try and get a better look at the alien. Where we go from there is still up in the air because of a) whether its #1 or #2 and if it is too close to my main artery in my neck.
So thats the kind of week I have been having. Why be easy when you can be complicated!
Cheers,
The Freak
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