They say bad news comes in 3's...
"Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning: great is your faithfulness." - Lamentations 3:22&23
Boy, what a week I have had. I most certainly am not sad to see it go. They said bad news comes in three's and this week it most certainly seemed that way. Monday my sister got demoted. Not because she'd done anything wrong or they were displeased but because our DM was told to make cut-backs and he knew my sister was less likely to make a fuss. That's been hard to handle. My sister and I may not always get along but she is a damn fine manager. I was always jealous of the partners who worked under because she worked so tirelessly to make sure they got what they needed and deserved.
Tuesday I got the results of my biopsy and I was told it was Thyroid Cancer. After 80 million phone calls and still not talking to my PCP I was a bit more settled with the diagnosis but by no means less shocked.
I must say I have the most amazing network of friends, seriously luckiest person on earth. If the diagnosis had been true there is no doubt I would have fought and beaten it with a force like that behind me.I truly thank you guys.
Wednesday didn't bring any better news. We still had yet to hear from my doctor but that morning my dad was scheduled to get his stomach scoped and we found out he has Barrett's Esophagus.
Long-term irritation can increase the risk of esophageal cancer. Tissues at the bottom of the esophagus can become irritated if stomach acid frequently "backs up" into the esophagus -- a problem called gastric reflux. Over time, cells in the irritated part of the esophagus may change and begin to resemble the cells that line the stomach. This condition, known as Barrett esophagus, is a premalignant condition that may develop into adenocarcinoma of the esophagus.
Wednesday we still spent all day not hearing from my doctor.
Thursday we pestered to get into his office - or should I say the driving force that is my mother got me into the doctors office. After two and a half days of imaging the worst. I got the happiest news ever. I didn't have cancer. The nurse or tech - whoever it was I had spoken to had read me the wrong results and my cyst was completely harmless. Mom was outraged but I was far to happy and relieved to be anything other then ecstatic.
Friday pretty much passed in a haze of sleep and exhaustion.
Saturday I worked and came home with a 100.4*F fever but had no other symptoms other then I was going from one extreme temperature to the other. One minute I'd be freezing cold no matter what I covered myself in and a few hours later so stinking hot I sweating even though everyone else around me was sitting comfortable.
Sunday I woke up with 100.6*F and the diagnosis that I had adrenal fatigue. When the adrenal glands are not functioning optimally, you can have a condition that is known as adrenal fatigue, or adrenal exhaustion. Adrenal fatigue often develops after periods of intense or lengthy physical or emotional stress, when over stimulation if the glands leave them unable to meet your body's needs. The adrenals produce hormones that help to balance your blood sugar, which helps your body to manage your daily ebbs and flows of energy. When blood sugar drops, the adrenals release hormones that cause the blood sugar to rise, and increases energy. The adrenals also release hormones when we're under stress, releasing energy. It's the "fight or flight" response from the days when we needed to run away from wild animals, which now kicks in for everyday stressors, such as traffic jams, arguments, and work pressures.
But being consistently under stress takes a toll on the adrenal glands, and eventually, they run out of steam, and stop producing sufficient hormones.
So yeah that was my week. Here's hoping this one will be 100x's better LOL.