Um, so... Hi. (Introduction threads are awkward, LOL)
So... a nut-shell of my story? *heh* Oh, what fun!
So I'd been feeling rotten (back pain, belly pain, fatigue, constipated and then rather violently vomiting anything
I tried to eat/drink, and on top of it all, my periods have been beyond wonky.)
Go to the ER coz I had no primary care doc at the time.
ER said "You're constipated. Eat more vegetables."
(*oh yeah, I'm a vegetarian. Eat more vegetables. LOL!)
Had a very loud and painful vomit (just bile, by this point, coz I'm too scared to eat, coz I'm not keeping anything down)
Sooo... they do an X-ray of my middle.
"You look fine. Eat more vegetables. And walk more."
A week later, I'm at my MIL's doc, coz I'm feeling worse, still puking up anything (seriously, it's hard to keep water
down!), and I'm at my wits end.
He does a look at my symptoms, my blood work, and tells me that I'm "Alarmingly anemic" and he wants to find out why. Sends me to get a CT.
He calls me at OMG:o'clock AM, telling me there's some serious issues, and I need to get to an ER, like, right away.
We stop by his office, he tells me there's a mass in my colon, and a perforation, as well.
That s*!t needs to get taken care of.
So he jots down a quick note for me to give to the ER (a different one, coz the first was so... wrong)
Well, there was some Sit-and-wait, there was a flurry of docs, nurses, and I can't remember all else, and next thing I know, I'm getting prepped for surgery!
Wonderful anesthesiologist (I don't remember anything ... except sorta hazy, the surgeon introducing herself...), Fantastic surgeon (everything went very well, fixed what needed fixing, removed what needed removing, even took care of an ovarian cyst they found while in there...) and wonderful after-care. Nurses and physical therapists, doctors and a few counselors, everyone was really very good. Helped me and my family make a bit of sense of the whirl-wind blur of all that happened.
And (I lost track of time) after a few days.?. maybe a week? (could have been more, I really lost track of days!) One of the docs comes to my room with another one I hadn't met yet. They'd taken samples and all to testing.
It was cancer. (at that point, I'd already guessed that, but still... hearing it out-loud... surreal and scary and ... It kinda took my breath for a moment.)
Now I've got myself a freakin' Oncology Team
Well, all that kicked off in February, this year. Took forever
for my surgical wound to heal (they did a lot of work in there, I got me a long-@ss scar...), they did some blood draws at a recent visit, said they didn't think chemo was needed. Got me some new CT scans, and I'll be in to see the doc on Friday to hear what those looked like. If all goes well, I'll also be talking with my nurse navigator about setting the wheels in motion for getting reversal scheduled. (I'm sick and tired of the bag!)
So... that's me.