So during the 6months after my biopsy I spent a lot of time getting blood drawn...and that was it....and I mean it. My primary care doctor was awesome and checked in every week-She was like a cheerleader for me every time my LFT's went down, and a sympathetic ear if they went up-even be it slightly. Unfortunately for me, she wasn't my treating GI doc. You remember her? With the awesome credentials-Well, she didn't excel in bedside manner. I emailed her a few times when my numbers which had pretty much been on a steady decline, would have little fluctuations up-They were minor, I understood that but I couldn't understand how if you take the toxins out-Alcohol, medicines, vitamins etc. then why would my LFT's increase at all? The response I got from the GI doc was "You need to not worry so much." Gee, thanks-that's sound advice from someone who's taken all of the above out of my life as well as told me to put babies, the one thing I want most right now on hold. My primary care doctor was kind enough to tell me that LFT's can fluctuate day to day anyway, and there can be differences in the actual labs as well. It made me feel better to know that, but made me question my care under that GI.
Here's where things got really crazy...
Thursday I got one of the scariest calls of my life. I was driving to a work appointment in San Diego with my boss and my phone rang-It was Kaiser so I answered it, on speaker phone, and it was my primary care doc-I could tell by the tone of her voice I wanted to get off speaker phone. She was calling with my MRI results-She indicated the radiologist who reviewed it no longer felt the tumor was benign, but that I needed to have a CT guided biopsy. This would allow them to biopsy the tumor and the liver at the same time. So, now I possibly have cancer...And I have to go in to a work appointment. Excellent timing. I got back to the hotel later, called my hubby, called my Mom, called my Dad, called my Sis. Just another thing to add to my plate full of crazy. I left San Diego and flew to Texas for my Stepbrother's graduation. My Dad is a physician so I had the opportunity to talk to him about what to expect, as well as what questions to ask since this isn't his expertise. One thing he recommended was to see if Dr. M had reviewed my MRI himself-Some docs will do this if they are specialists. I emailed him to see if he had-He actually picked up the phone and called me while I was in Texas-This already felt like a better Doctor/Patient relationship. He had only seen the radiologists report, but he talked to me a little bit about the biopsy, and what to expect...Cancer or no cancer there was a good possibility of surgery.
Surprisingly at this point, I still wasn't panicking. I just wanted some answers. I was ready for this roller coaster to come to a stop. The toxic hepatitis would be working it's way out of my system, and then I would have surgery and my LFT's would return to normal.
Too much to ask?
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