Mary went for her yearly checkup last Wednesday, and they found a "cyst with dark areas" in her lower abdomen. The ultrasound isn't specific enough to place location. Of course, despite calling the specialist and saying we need an appointment as soon as possible because we're scared to death and may be dying of cancer, the soonest the specialist could see us was in two weeks. Now, she's had cysts with dark areas in teh boobies before, and it turned out to be just harmless, dense, fibrous tissue. So that's what's keeping me from freaking out so far. She's maintaining through being rational: you can't live in a state of anxiety for two weeks, so she's keeping busy to keep her mind off it. Normally when she's upset, she can't eat, but she's also applying logic to that: You can't not eat for 2 weeks. I'm glad for that, 'cause at least I don't have to also worry about her not eating. But, holy shit, I CAN'T STAND WAITING!!!!! I mean, I can't stand waiting for tiny little things, like the toaster to toast. Or for the minute hand to hit quitting time. Waiting two weeks to find out if your wife has cancer or just a cyst?!?! Holy shit!
Dude, that would be nerve wracking as hell. I would not want to go through that at all, hopefully the worst is the wait and she comes through clear.
I hope things work out for the best. I'd be pretty useless if I had to wait that long, I'm right there with you on the toaster thing. Considering you live in a metropolitan area, waiting that long to see a specialist seems absurd--the GP wasn't concerned with waiting that long?
Damn that sucks, and like Ed said, hopefully the wait is the worst part of whatever else goes with this.
Well, that gives me two weeks to cross my fingers for you. I will say that if this happens to you, I'm writing a strongly worded letter to the complaints department (tm). You're nice, and I bet your wife is nicer. And we all know that bad things never happen to nice people, so there.
Thanks, guys. Trying to sleep is fun - it takes a lorazepam AND a benedryl. I don't know how Mary's managing, 'cause that shit knocks me out, but benedryl jazzes her up.
Not to scare you, but just getting the appointment may not answer all your questions. Depending on if they take tissue samples or whatever, they have to be sent to a lab and that can take some time. Just speaking from my experiences.
Yeah, we know. It's frustrating. this first visit will be just talking and him telling us what we have to do next, then we get to wait for the appointments for the CAT scan and the blood test.
Doesn't this make you want to initiate a conference call? With the conversation being "dude - this lady might be a cancer risk - run some tests and e-mail me with the results!" Why can't things be this simple? We have the technology.
I was going to give you a hug, Forbin, to help you relax, but I figured it might make you uncomfortable, so instead I'll give you this laurel, and hardy handshake.
Sending positive thoughts your way. You have no idea how hard it is for me to conjure those up, so you should be grateful as hell.
I've never had to step up before with something this serious. Hope I can handle this without disappointing her.
First, I'm praying and crossing fingers, toes and eyes for you and Mary. Second - you will not disappoint her. You will support her. Third - do yourself a favor and find some support for YOURSELF. You will need it whether the news is bad or good. No one can handle this sort of thing alone. All the help you can get for yourself will help Mary.
It is good advice, but there's really nobody around anymore to help. All our friends and family have moved away. The neighbors will take the dog out on any days we have be away too long, at least.
There are probably some local support groups run by people who have had similar experiences. It doesn't have to be people you already know.
Right, your insurance provider probably has either direct resources, or if nothing else a list of local groups.
