Thursday, January 27, 2011
One question: When people in the UK or Canada have an MRI on their upper arm bone, do they spell it humerous?
My hilarious MRI - the one to check out that funny spot on my humerus, is scheduled for Saturday morning at 8:00 a.m.
Eight. A.M. On Saturday.
I think the joke is on me.
I've been all, "oh, this is ridiculous and a waste of time. I am only seven weeks out of herceptin, it is unpossible for me to have a mets to my bone this early."
Then I was like, "Wait a sec. I'm only thinking about herceptin - what about chemo? Like, I totally forgot - not everybody responds to herceptin! It's been ten months since my last chemo infusion, and dude, the average age to relapse is 16 months. I could just be a cancer over-achiever instead of the slacker I thought I was."
See, boys and girls - this is what we cancer patients - all cancer patients - go through. Your friends with cancer might not tell you, but they are just like me. Because invasive breast cancer "survivors" are only considered in remission, not cured, we are aware it could always come back; therefore, we are always worried it will. Most people with breast cancer will die of old age. Or, perhaps a tragic piano-related high-rise accident. But, they'll never know which - until the day the music dies.
Some people think every ache and pain is a relapse, and worry themselves into penny ulcers. I'm not like that. I knew my shoulder pain was an injury and even knew it was a rotator cuff. When I get a headache, I think headache, not brain cancer. When I have a sore rib, I wonder where I bumped it. My mind does not jump to cancer with every sneeze.
It's not until a medical professional escorts me there do I climb into the rollercoaster. When a doctor says, 'I don't want to worry you, but look at this...." I start to hear the rumbling.
On the rollercoaster I climb.
I hate rollercoasters.
I like the relief you feel when you get off them though, and that's what I expect to feel next week.
What's really not amusing is this: I have to wait until February 18th to get my arthrogram MRI for my real problem, the shoulder. If you knew how much this hurts you would feel really, really sorry for me. You might even buy stuff using my Amazon link to the right, just to make me feel better. ----->
What is also laughable is the fact that the injury I likely have in my shoulder typically does not respond to anything but surgery. The top ligament that attaches the bicep to the shoulder is ripped out and has to be surgically repaired. So, another scar, another healing period, more time off work.
More feeling unhealthy.
2 years ago, I was a very healthy, fit, youthful (for my age) woman. I couldn't imagine having surgery, I couldn't believe anything worse than a migraine would be my fate.
Isn't that humorous?
Posted by Ann aka ButDoctorIHatePink at 8:54 PM