I’ve fallen behind on sharing quite a bit of information about my recent medical adventures. I don’t know where to begin, or how much to divulge publicly. Not out of concerns for privacy—I’ve chosen to be an open book about my experiences—but because I don’t want to bore folks with the myriad of details. If […more]
I remember little else, until I was in post-op, waiting to wake up enough for them to allow Michael to join me. I wrote off the look in his face as general concern and my own grogginess. Only later did I learn that he had just had his own, first encounter with Doctor, who told him that “it didn’t look good”, that I “probably had lymphoma”, and that I “would probably need chemo”. He was so distraught that he wasn’t even able to relate this news to me until after I had left the hospital the next day.
In a previous post, I focused on the good news about learning that I do not have cancer. After several weeks of being increasing led to believe that because they were unable to explain the cause for the lumps in my parotid gland, doctors thought I must have lymphoma. Once that possibility was ruled out, […more]
I got the very good news this afternoon that the lumps in my jowl are not cancerous. I do not have words to describe the relief, and in fact, I’m not sure it has really sunk in yet. That’s how convincingly the doctors had led Michael and me to believe that I had some form […more]