MOAN, GROAN, AND BONE SYNDROME

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.

                                                                            Tom Bodett

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.

When the doctor came into the room to meet with us, he had a stack of papers in his hand and a serious look on his face. Crap! He said there were some things we needed to talk about. Ya think??? I asked him if there was more cancer to deal with and he said...… "NO!" Yay!!! I was so relieved. Then he got serious again and said that they suspected a non-cancerous tumor next to my thyroid gland and that it was called hyper parathyroidism. Kinda rare. And he wanted to send me to Mayo to have it removed. Only a few places in the U.S have surgeons that specialize in this kind of thing. Okay. I can do that. He told us his wife had had this and they had opted to have her operated in Arizona. The procedure only takes 20 minutes (once everything is all set to go) and she turned out fine, The internet says that there is a 95% cure. Okay, I'm all for that. Minnesota is only one state away and we can drive there. If I went to Arizona, that would mean flying, and I don't want to put my leg through that quite yet. Plus, I can imagine the alarm going off when I went through the airport security when it detected my two foot long rod in my leg.  lol

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. 

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 Here's what she is looking at. A framed picture of something Hubby has ordered for me. I am trying to figure out which closet I am going to hide it in.  (Oh, come on! This is being done in fun. Enjoy)
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It's a Trumpy Bear!  Coming to my house soon!     OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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?

It doesn't help my frame of mind that when I look in the mirror, I see that I have aged 20 years during the last eight months. 

And, as promised, I DID get myself an alert button. Can't be too careful, right?
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hahahahaha  It looks ginormous in this selfie. It's only 1 1/2 inches by 2 1/2 inches.  I like the fact that it is constantly flashing a dim white light.  Nothing too noticeable, but when it flashes under my shirt, it makes me think of ET when his little heart was beating and you could see it flashing through his chest.

                                                   GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY