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In Which I Meet an Oncologist and Live to Tell the Tale
Saw the oncologist today. He was very reassuring. Not a talk-down-to-you type of specialist, thank goodness. He figured out pretty quick that he could speak to me like an intelligent adult.
They drew blood, because he wants to test the T cells that were spotted in the lymph gland tissue.
If they are all one type of T cell, that possibly means cancer, and they'll want to do more tests and such.
If there are several types, that means there was a general inflammation of the lymph gland for whatever reason, and we just keep an eye on it from now on.
So, after a very nice chat with the phlebotomist (five vials of blood!), I went back to work. I'm glad I'd gotten a ton done this morning before I left, because I got jack-all done the rest of the day. It was a weird combination of relief and exhaustion. I came home and cried and made myself eat dinner and then just vegged out in front of the TV. I've been doing that an awful lot lately, but I have had zero mental motivation to do anything, really. Even go into the workshop, which is annoying. I can feel myself trying to slide into depression again and I really would rather that not happen, OK?
If I don't hear from the doctor by next Monday with the blood test results, I'm supposed to call him. Here's hoping I'll hear from him before then.
They drew blood, because he wants to test the T cells that were spotted in the lymph gland tissue.
If they are all one type of T cell, that possibly means cancer, and they'll want to do more tests and such.
If there are several types, that means there was a general inflammation of the lymph gland for whatever reason, and we just keep an eye on it from now on.
So, after a very nice chat with the phlebotomist (five vials of blood!), I went back to work. I'm glad I'd gotten a ton done this morning before I left, because I got jack-all done the rest of the day. It was a weird combination of relief and exhaustion. I came home and cried and made myself eat dinner and then just vegged out in front of the TV. I've been doing that an awful lot lately, but I have had zero mental motivation to do anything, really. Even go into the workshop, which is annoying. I can feel myself trying to slide into depression again and I really would rather that not happen, OK?
If I don't hear from the doctor by next Monday with the blood test results, I'm supposed to call him. Here's hoping I'll hear from him before then.