PEDTM 15: Onc stuff
Well, dammit, I forgot to post yesterday, breaking my streak. I'm going to try to make up for it by posting twice today, but I'm also not going to beat myself up. I worked 8 hours on Sunday, came home, ate, read for a half hour, then fell into bed and slept the sleep of the exhausted.
I found out this morning that I have to get another damn CT scan this week--this will be the fourth plus an MRI I've had in the past five and a half months. UGH hate them, especially when I have to drink the barium smoothie, which, might I add, does not taste great in any flavour, but the banana is the woooorst. On the positive side, it's not the MRI again, which I had to take two Ativan for in order to not freak the fuck out about being trapped in a machine. My normal Ativan dosage is half a pill, so that tells you how anxious I got. Then again, one of my nightmare phobias is about being trapped in rubble and not being able to move, so...thanks ever so for that realization of a traumatic fear, docs, and can we not do it again any time soon. *shudders* The CT scan's a pain in the butt, but at least it's realatively open air. I'm also having to do this because my oncologists are talking to each other, which I knew, but it's kind of weird to have your nurse call you up and be like, hey, yeah, they had a phone convo about you Friday, so we're going to put you in for a CT scan this week before you go back to your primary onc and then I'm sitting there like a middle schooler thinking, "okay, but did they talk trash about me? What did they saaaaaay? I want them to liiiikkkkkeeee me."
I'm also going in next month to a genetic counselor because all my oncologists are like, yeeeaaaah, you have a lot of serious/sometimes terminal cancers in first and second degree relatives on both sides of your family plus you've had a type of cancer twice for which the average age of diagnosis is 70 and you've still got a couple of decades to go there also heeyyy, there are a couple of familial cancers we know might be related to yours, so let's just test those potentially crap genes, shall we, just in case we have to start screening you for other things. To which I am like, dude, slap my blood in that centrifuge or whatever it is y'all do, and let's figure this shit out because yes, I would like to be aware of any possible issues that I might want to keep an eye out for, thanks. Which evidently is not necessarily a common reaction, I guess? It seems a lot of people don't really want to know, given all the disclaimers the geneticists are already giving me about how I can back out at any time, but I am not one of those individuals. I'd rather have my cards all laid out on the table, tbh, and know what I may or may not be dealing with. But then again, I've gone through this twice now before the age of 45, so whatever. I obviously have either crap genes or crap luck. *shrug* Ah well, I guess.
More later in the day. Must run now for lunch with my wife. *hearts*
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I found out this morning that I have to get another damn CT scan this week--this will be the fourth plus an MRI I've had in the past five and a half months. UGH hate them, especially when I have to drink the barium smoothie, which, might I add, does not taste great in any flavour, but the banana is the woooorst. On the positive side, it's not the MRI again, which I had to take two Ativan for in order to not freak the fuck out about being trapped in a machine. My normal Ativan dosage is half a pill, so that tells you how anxious I got. Then again, one of my nightmare phobias is about being trapped in rubble and not being able to move, so...thanks ever so for that realization of a traumatic fear, docs, and can we not do it again any time soon. *shudders* The CT scan's a pain in the butt, but at least it's realatively open air. I'm also having to do this because my oncologists are talking to each other, which I knew, but it's kind of weird to have your nurse call you up and be like, hey, yeah, they had a phone convo about you Friday, so we're going to put you in for a CT scan this week before you go back to your primary onc and then I'm sitting there like a middle schooler thinking, "okay, but did they talk trash about me? What did they saaaaaay? I want them to liiiikkkkkeeee me."
I'm also going in next month to a genetic counselor because all my oncologists are like, yeeeaaaah, you have a lot of serious/sometimes terminal cancers in first and second degree relatives on both sides of your family plus you've had a type of cancer twice for which the average age of diagnosis is 70 and you've still got a couple of decades to go there also heeyyy, there are a couple of familial cancers we know might be related to yours, so let's just test those potentially crap genes, shall we, just in case we have to start screening you for other things. To which I am like, dude, slap my blood in that centrifuge or whatever it is y'all do, and let's figure this shit out because yes, I would like to be aware of any possible issues that I might want to keep an eye out for, thanks. Which evidently is not necessarily a common reaction, I guess? It seems a lot of people don't really want to know, given all the disclaimers the geneticists are already giving me about how I can back out at any time, but I am not one of those individuals. I'd rather have my cards all laid out on the table, tbh, and know what I may or may not be dealing with. But then again, I've gone through this twice now before the age of 45, so whatever. I obviously have either crap genes or crap luck. *shrug* Ah well, I guess.
More later in the day. Must run now for lunch with my wife. *hearts*
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