Friday, May 13, 2011
Once you have cancer, they are always prospecting for more. Cancer doctors are like miners. They strike gold once and never stop looking for the Mother Lode.
Yesterday, when I went to see my oncologist for my three month checkup, he found an excuse to go cancer hunting once again. The fact that I have gained about 7% of my total body weight since my last visit, all in my abdomen, is that little glimmer in the riverbed that makes him want to dredge.
He declared my symptoms "frightening" due to my HER2 status, and ordered me another CT scan. (I'm not sure it's a good thing when your oncologist admits your symptoms are frightening.)
The scan is scheduled for Monday. I'm so bloated, I hope my belly fits in the machine.
Oh, don't freak out, there is no way an unlucky girl like me is striking gold.. Odds are, I have a hormonal problem, or menopause has caught up to me and I'm finally getting fat after 53 years of being super skinny. My doctor said he'd call with the bad news and if there was none, he'd see me in three months. I'm going to guess that any phone call will come before Friday, if one does, which I don't expect.
I fear I'm going to have to face the fact that middle age spread is here.
He also told me that he didn't think my frozen shoulder would heal without surgery. And, frankly, I cannot stand the pain anymore. In the unlikely event that I am harboring a vein of gold, there are lots of positions they like to put you in for tests and surgeries that I cannot do. So, I made another appointment with my orthopedist for Wednesday. If he agrees I need surgery, I'll schedule it for as soon as school is out.
I sure hope it all pans out.
Posted by Ann aka ButDoctorIHatePink at 6:14 PM