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YAY for me!
Jun. 4th, 2008 06:15 pmIt appears I do NOT have cancer. Well... maybe some day. It's not a definite no. But it's definitely not a definite yes. So that's a good thing.
I had that face bump thing. The tests from the biopsy were not definitive. Even after running these high powered gene-type-something-or-others. Initial diagnosis was between a low-grade lymphoma and something called a pseudolymphoma (Interestingly enough, I've found this spelled both pseudolymphoma and psuedolymphoma). So today I went to an oncologist. And his advice is for me to just ignore it. Well, pay attention to anything that might happen from here on in, but otherwise, it appears that I had either an insect bite or an infected hair follicle or a reaction to who knows what and for some reason my lymph system went into overdrive. The said lump has been removed, and the oncologist doesn't feel I necessarily need a bunch more tests or scans or xrays. None of my lymph nodes appear enlarged, nor does my spleen or liver. While I might feel a tad better if I did have, say a chest xray, I might go see my regular doctor and see about getting some of that stuff done. I'm overdue for a colonoscopy I imagine.
So: singing and dancing can commence. On top of that good news, I had a jury summons for tomorrow. I called tonight as directed, and my summons is CANCELLED! Am I having a good luck day or what? I also had my last day of official duties as President of the local county Master Gardener Association, so I'm free and clear of that duty (although that's more of a bittersweet thing, as I really enjoyed it).
MORE SINGING AND DANCING CAN COMMENCE. Send in the naked guys, as a matter of fact. Now if only I was still drinking, I could have myself a mighty fine glass of a good merlot. Ah well. I'll just drink water instead. And thank you all for your previous good wishes. They must have worked.
After the initial reports, I must confess I was scared shitless. But familiarity breeds contempt, so they say, and in my case it certainly bred a lackadaisical-refusal-to-believe. So I haven't been fretting for lo this last month and a half. But I haven't been writing either, because I was too worried at first, and then I was afraid that I might have to have horrid procedures done that would wear me out and leave me too tired to write. Why that didn't make me write as fast as I could for as long as I could, I dunno. color me stupid. So now it's time to get back in that writing saddle and heave-ho.
Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, it's off to work I go.
I had that face bump thing. The tests from the biopsy were not definitive. Even after running these high powered gene-type-something-or-others. Initial diagnosis was between a low-grade lymphoma and something called a pseudolymphoma (Interestingly enough, I've found this spelled both pseudolymphoma and psuedolymphoma). So today I went to an oncologist. And his advice is for me to just ignore it. Well, pay attention to anything that might happen from here on in, but otherwise, it appears that I had either an insect bite or an infected hair follicle or a reaction to who knows what and for some reason my lymph system went into overdrive. The said lump has been removed, and the oncologist doesn't feel I necessarily need a bunch more tests or scans or xrays. None of my lymph nodes appear enlarged, nor does my spleen or liver. While I might feel a tad better if I did have, say a chest xray, I might go see my regular doctor and see about getting some of that stuff done. I'm overdue for a colonoscopy I imagine.
So: singing and dancing can commence. On top of that good news, I had a jury summons for tomorrow. I called tonight as directed, and my summons is CANCELLED! Am I having a good luck day or what? I also had my last day of official duties as President of the local county Master Gardener Association, so I'm free and clear of that duty (although that's more of a bittersweet thing, as I really enjoyed it).
MORE SINGING AND DANCING CAN COMMENCE. Send in the naked guys, as a matter of fact. Now if only I was still drinking, I could have myself a mighty fine glass of a good merlot. Ah well. I'll just drink water instead. And thank you all for your previous good wishes. They must have worked.
After the initial reports, I must confess I was scared shitless. But familiarity breeds contempt, so they say, and in my case it certainly bred a lackadaisical-refusal-to-believe. So I haven't been fretting for lo this last month and a half. But I haven't been writing either, because I was too worried at first, and then I was afraid that I might have to have horrid procedures done that would wear me out and leave me too tired to write. Why that didn't make me write as fast as I could for as long as I could, I dunno. color me stupid. So now it's time to get back in that writing saddle and heave-ho.
Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, it's off to work I go.
