I do not usually share much of my personal life here on IST but from time to time I feel it necessary to do so to explain some odd behavior of mine.
Most time some of the personal is just that and I do not want to share….but times change and times require a little more information.
This ordeal started in July and the visit with my doctor for my semi-annual check-up….everything was okay until they found a small amount of blood in my urine.
This prompted me to go see a urologist for a more detailed exam…..after the poking and prodding and the much loved finger wave….I was told that there was a mass on my prostrate and was given an appointment for a biopsy.
The biopsy took about 30 minutes and your body is in a humiliating position.
That went well and of course I had to sit around on pins and needles waiting for a call that the results were in.
After a week I was called to let me know the findings were in and could I return for a consultation.
I sat on pins and needles waiting for the doctor and he finally showed and said that the biopsy came back positive and that he wanted to send me in for a PET scan.
Another week of anticipation is just what I needed.
My next visit was to show me what the PET scan had located….sure enough there was a tumor and of course my stomach got tied in knots as he told me what was going to be done.
He said that we could treat it with meds and see if that will shrink it. That made me feel better and a huge sigh of relief but as you would expect there was another shoe to drop (there is always another shoe)
The PET scan had also found what looked like something on my lung and was referred to a lung specialist.
Another gut punch.
Another damn week waiting for my call from the doctor after the referral.
Finally the call came and off I went with even more anticipation and dread.
She studied the scan and finally said that the mass was not from the one on my prostrate but it still needed a biopsy to determine what course of action to take.
Of course I was devastated and was in a state of total pissed off for I am so over all this hospital time.
Waiting for another week of stewing and the call came and off I went for a 9 hour trip to out patient surgery.
Before the biopsy I had to go for a CT scan and then into the OR and put down for the hour and half procedure.
When I came around I was told that the following Monday I had an appointment to consult the doctor on what was found and what is to be done.
So five days of anticipation and you can imagine the horrible scenarios running through my brain….and waiting does not help one little bit.
Monday finally came and off I go for the news that I probably do not want to hear. I anticipate another gut punch.
I was correct in my assumption…..I have lung cancer. The semi good news is surgery is not call for especially because of my age.
So now I await a decision of which cancer doctor and radiologist I will see about treatment
More waiting….just what I do not need right now.
I got a call and was told I have an appointment with the oncologist on Friday.
The consultation went well the cancer doctor said that the tumor was small enough that radiation would be better than a slice and dice.
Now I have a date with the radiologist for 19 November to see the course of action to follow.
I am sure that the radiation treatments may kick my butt so hopefully my readers will bear with me.
And that has been my mind f*ck since July….at least now I know what I have to deal with in the coming weeks and months.
Sorry to dump this on my readers but I thought you guys might like to know what has been going on with me….hopefully it will help explain some of my erratic behavior lately.
Enough crappy news!
May you guys enjoy your Sunday and as always….Be Well and Be Safe….
Peace Out
