Happy Tuesday ladies. I received a call from my thoracic surgeon yesterday and want to share it with you. It’s always unnerving to answer your phone and hear your doctor’s voice on the other end. The last time that happened I got some very frightening news.
Last week, I masked and gloved up to go to the hospital for a contrast MRI of my chest, so I was expecting the call. There were signs out front announcing that no visitors were allowed in the hospital. It makes me so sad to think of sick patients who can’t see their loved ones!
Orange cones blocked the entrance and funneled me to a podium near the door. A masked and gloved guard asked my name and why I was there. After he checked his list, I was approved to walk 10 feet further into the building where three masked nurses rechecked that I was scheduled for an appointment. This was seriously spooky.
Long story short, I do not have a tumor between my lungs! The surgeon called it a fatty cyst. I have never felt so lucky to have something fatty and wept on the phone. I don’t need a followup and she doesn’t want to see me again. How lovely!!
I’m beyond appreciative of your thoughts and prayers which I know are helpful. I’m not totally out of the woods because my insurance company has denied approval for the breast MRI the doctors need me to have. My doctor is referring me to a breast specialist to see if a request from them will help. I will be so glad when this is all over.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart. You’ll never know how much your support, love, and prayers mean to me.