Quick note as I don’t have much time right now . . . Saw doc this week, she ordered tests, took those today, Cat-scan showed some bad things . . . .a clot in the vena cava, super low iron count, and a mass (tumor) in the opening of the uterus (may involve the singe ovary I have). Something goofy in my lungs, and other stuff I don’t remember . . . .it was rat-a-tat-tat delivery of problems and a shocker.
Doc wants me in the hospital today. She’s writing up orders of admittance. She said I was a ticking time bomb with the clot that’s why the sudden hospital admittance.
Obviously I will be out of communicato for a bit (but there’s Paul who will no doubt be calling the world).. . . .not sure what’s gonna happen beyond clot removal right away. I meet with a Gynie tomorrow at the hospital to determine the next steps with the tumor.
I got home after hearing this knowing I must call both work places and my husband and kids (and the sibs), and pack for the hospital, etc . . . .but first took time out for dark chocolate (what better comfort?).
I should have smoked, skipped all the wasted time exercising, and ate all the junk food, slept around . . . .and enjoyed life instead of trying to be so healthy and good . . . .kidding. Actually I am optimistic that the new road map about to be carved on my abdomen will (how’s this?) lead the way home (too corny L).
I still think I’m paying for all the smashed chewing gum I scrapped up and ate off the sidewalks in childhood . . .or was it Mom’s fingernail in the pudding? Maybe that Band-Aide she let slip into the dough of that one chocolate chip cookie she baked and I ate?
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