On Sunday, September 23, my insurance went active.
This is exactly 1 month and 1 day after I started my dream job.
I was lying in bed watching Hulu and I felt a strange lump above my right collarbone. I told Kyle I pulled something and needed a massage. Which, by the way, he blew me off. :) so Monday I went to work and asked all of the SLPs to feel it, including the child language people hahaha. So I had a professional massage - as a side note Laura was great - no help and she sad it was not muscular. So Tuesday, Jess tries to get me to go to the doctor; she said her g-ma told her to get all lumps checked out. :)
Wednesday, September 26 - I teach and go to the ENT. Dr Abbott is awesome and I give him credit (and Jess) for catching this early. He puts me on an antibiotic and orders a CT scan.
Thursday, September 27 - I see patients and after clinic I see I missed a call from the clinic. I call and Dr Abbott's nurse tells me to call him on his cell - uh oh. He says that he spoke with the radiologist and the general surgeon and they all agree that it needs to come out.
Friday, September 28 - I go in and get ready for surgery. I thought it was a clogged duct. Jess came with me as Kyle was in class and it was not "a big deal". That is when, 10 minutes before surgery, they drop the bomb on me... We are doing this because we think you have cancer. My eyes start running. Not really crying but shocked crying. I call my mom, my dad is at work, Kyle is in class so I only tell my mom before. Go under. I wake up. They tell me they think it is Stage 2 as it goes down my chest and up my neck. I go home.
Saturday and Sunday - I stress and cry and investigate. I feel so all over the place. Pub med is both my friend and my enemy
Monday, October 1 - we go to the doctor and they tell us it is not cancer but try don't know what it is so they send it to a better place.
Tuesday, October 2 - my brother has surgery. He is out and okay. The Dr calls and says that they are doing a 180 from yesterday. It IS Hodgkin's lymphoma.
Wednesday, October 3 - We go to the oncologist. I love him. Dr. Farver is amazing. I cried in the bathroom before going in. This is not where I expected to be at this time in my life. I expected to be going to the obsetrician, not the oncologist. I guess life is funny that way. I did not cry once I went in the room. We talk statisics. We talk treatment plan. We talk and laugh. I have a bone marrow biopsy. This includes a few choice words and a IV of great drugs. Kyle and I drive home with a plan and a prescription for Ativan.
This plan, while it does not make me happy to be doing, decreases the anxiety associated with the unknown. This is my new normal for the next few months.
I was lying in bed watching Hulu and I felt a strange lump above my right collarbone. I told Kyle I pulled something and needed a massage. Which, by the way, he blew me off. :) so Monday I went to work and asked all of the SLPs to feel it, including the child language people hahaha. So I had a professional massage - as a side note Laura was great - no help and she sad it was not muscular. So Tuesday, Jess tries to get me to go to the doctor; she said her g-ma told her to get all lumps checked out. :)
Wednesday, September 26 - I teach and go to the ENT. Dr Abbott is awesome and I give him credit (and Jess) for catching this early. He puts me on an antibiotic and orders a CT scan.
Thursday, September 27 - I see patients and after clinic I see I missed a call from the clinic. I call and Dr Abbott's nurse tells me to call him on his cell - uh oh. He says that he spoke with the radiologist and the general surgeon and they all agree that it needs to come out.
Friday, September 28 - I go in and get ready for surgery. I thought it was a clogged duct. Jess came with me as Kyle was in class and it was not "a big deal". That is when, 10 minutes before surgery, they drop the bomb on me... We are doing this because we think you have cancer. My eyes start running. Not really crying but shocked crying. I call my mom, my dad is at work, Kyle is in class so I only tell my mom before. Go under. I wake up. They tell me they think it is Stage 2 as it goes down my chest and up my neck. I go home.
Saturday and Sunday - I stress and cry and investigate. I feel so all over the place. Pub med is both my friend and my enemy
Monday, October 1 - we go to the doctor and they tell us it is not cancer but try don't know what it is so they send it to a better place.
Tuesday, October 2 - my brother has surgery. He is out and okay. The Dr calls and says that they are doing a 180 from yesterday. It IS Hodgkin's lymphoma.
Wednesday, October 3 - We go to the oncologist. I love him. Dr. Farver is amazing. I cried in the bathroom before going in. This is not where I expected to be at this time in my life. I expected to be going to the obsetrician, not the oncologist. I guess life is funny that way. I did not cry once I went in the room. We talk statisics. We talk treatment plan. We talk and laugh. I have a bone marrow biopsy. This includes a few choice words and a IV of great drugs. Kyle and I drive home with a plan and a prescription for Ativan.
This plan, while it does not make me happy to be doing, decreases the anxiety associated with the unknown. This is my new normal for the next few months.
Hang in there! Sounds like you are going to kick cancer butt with your plan!
ReplyDeleteYou are so equipped to kick this! There is literally NOTHING you can't handle!
ReplyDeleteI told you I would be an avid follower...so I will try to be on my best behavior so I don't show up as a "character" on this blog HA. You are going to kick this cancer crap in the butt and we will all be there to help you in any way we can!
ReplyDelete