THEY SAY A PERSON NEEDS JUST THREE THINGS TO BE TRULY HAPPY IN THIS WORLD; SOMEONE TO LOVE, SOMETHING TO DO, AND SOMETHING TO HOPE FOR.
Lots of stuff happening lately, Kids. New Year's came and went. Everyone that I know stayed home the night before, even though the weather was pretty decent for Iowa. I'm sure hoping that 2019 is going to be a much better year than 2018!
Okay, here goes. The old lady talking about her "illness". Sorry, but this is a cancer blog - sometimes. Anyhoo, Monday I had to turn in my gallon o' pee to the oncologist's office. Yup, I had to do a 24 hour urine collection for some tests that they wanted to run. Wednesday I went to the hospital for another PET scan to see if there were any "sparkles" floating around in my body after the last surgery. If there were some detected, that meant that they were cancerous. What suspense! I was a nervous wreck, wondering what the outcome would be. The thought of more surgery was so discouraging. It made me tired just thinking about how much work and effort it takes to get through crap like that.
Friday, I went to the oncologist to get the results of the PET. Jenna kept insisting that she get to go to the appointment with Hubby and me, and finally I caved and said she could be there. I was kinda afraid that it would be bad news and I didn't want her getting upset. And seeing me fall apart wouldn't have been a pretty picture either.
The reason they think it is this hyper whatever, is because I had all the systems of what they call the MOAN, GROAN, AND BONE disorder . . . high blood calcium, I have previously had kidney stones, my feet are going numb on the bottoms, I have a recent bone break (which basically shouldn't have happened in the type of fall that I took) and . . . a history of aches and pains in my thigh muscles and legs. Remember when I was constantly belly-aching (and moaning and groaning) that I was beginning to get crippled because it hurt so much to walk? That's why I went and had the first PET scan done, because we were afraid that my breast cancer had metastasized into my leg bones! Thankfully, no cancer in the bones but that is when they discovered more breast cancer in my lymph nodes. Which oddly enough turned out to be a life-saving move. sigh Then, after going through getting rid of that cancer, there were constant blood tests to keep an eye on things. That's when the pattern of my blood calcium and a few other things began to make sense. Evidently this thyroid tumor has been there for over a year and THAT is what was causing my leg pain and trouble walking. What a round-about way to find out what that problem was done. Too bad I had to get cancer to figure out that puzzle. jeeze!
So, I'll keep you up to date on what's happening. I'll get through this. Don't worry.
My camera is acting up (and I haven't figured out how to download pics from my smart phone yet), but I have a few photos to share with you today.
First, our own Little J. expresses her opinion of a gift Hubby gave me for Christmas. I hope that I have made it clear that we are ALL Americans and everyone is entitled to their own feelings about politics. I do not disrespect anyone who does not feel the way I do.
Then there is a new hair up-date. I have gone from a Vice President Mike Pence look-alike (with the close-cropped, pure-white hairdo) to a punk-rocker. Does (or did) Syd Vicious have spikey platinum white hair?
And, as promised, I DID get myself an alert button. Can't be too careful, right?
GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY