Once upon another time, before I knew which life was mine, before I left the child behind me; I saw myself in summer nights and stars lit up like candlelight, I ‘d make my wish, but mostly I… believed. – Sara Bareilles
Take me back to the time when I was maybe eight or nine, and I believed… When wonders and when mysteries were far less often silly dreams and childhood fantasies…. before rational analysis and systematic thinking robbed me of a sweet simplicity. – Nichole Nordeman
Two of my dearest friends asked me last night why I’ve not blogged in the last few weeks.
What happened? Did we miss something? Did you stop writing?
The short answer: no.
The long answer: I had nothing to say.
Correction: I had nothing very pleasant to say.
echocardiogram – often referred to in the medical community as an ECHO, is a sonogram of the heart, otherwise known as a cardiac ultrasound (wikipedia).
Yes, the lady with the dreary white lab coat and short red hair meant me. Many people assume my name should be pronounced the exotic way.
Just so you know, it’s not exotic. It rhymes with one of my less-than-favorite fruits.
As a child, I had difficulty sucking in my stomach. My ballet teacher told me I had to stop standinglike a banana.
Maybe that’s why I got the nickname.
(shakes head) Now is not the time to bring up childhood torments.
Back to yesterday morning.
We have to go to the second floor, lab coat lady said (I never did find out her name).
I glanced at David. We’d spent the hour-and-a-half drive to the hospital laughing and singing and thinking, hey, this might be a date.
We’ve always had less-than-traditional dates. Read more
Welcome to the roller coaster that is now my life.
Buckle up. Keep all hands and arms inside the vehicle. I promise the ride will be bumpy, twisted, and upside down.
Good. Now that I’ve warned you, let me tell you about my week.
I’ve seen four different doctors. I’ve been to BC BioMed Labs three times. And, so far I may have one or more of the following four illnesses: pulmonary hypertension/heart failure, hypothyroidism, cervical cancer, or my favorite, pituitary tumor.
All are possible, the last three are likely. And they may all be related to the last one: a tumor in my pituitary gland.
Technically, pituitary tumor is not cancer. Nor is it a brain tumor. It’s called pituitary adenoma, a slow-growing tumor in the pituitary gland that messes up all of the body’s hormones, causing things like hypothyroidism and a host of reproductive issues, including the iron-deficiency anemia that I’ve already been diagnosed with. Depending on its size, it’s often not operated on; best treatment is usually through medication.
It’s also often never even diagnosed. Read more