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 |  Fibro fog, pain, writing sandwiched in between. Quotes. Sermon notes. Encouragement. |
I've said it before. Phooey fizzfarts. I used to smoke. I have COPD. Since my heart attack 4 years I'm on oxygen. And my pulmonary doctor has been keeping an eye on a teeny tiny nodule in each lung for over a decade. I had a CT scan on 6/11. Normal thing that I do every few years. Uh-oh. There's a new lump in one of my lungs, about the size of a large grape. (The teeny tiny ones they've been watching are the size of an average pill.) Now I have to have a PET scan so my doctors can figure out what the lump is or might be. My primary care physician, my breast cancer oncologist/hematologist and my pulmonary doctor are fussing amongst themselves because they all seem to want to be in charge of this new hiccup. Hello! I'm here too people. I scheduled a PET scan near my house, so that I don't have to go begging for a ride. For my breast cancer issues, the Pink Ribbon folks are awesome. But they don't handle driving people to appointments about other problems. Two of my docs preferred that I go to a different provider for the PET scan. The other doesn't care where it is done. Meanwhile, I reminded a nurse that they all need to have their arguments without me. For pity's sake, I'm supposed to be living a life of little stress so that I can heal. As always, I treasure your prayers. |
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