Tuesday, February 23, 2010

I can pick up

Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, half of Tuesday - fear. panic. The nurse said, "Your blood pressure is up today." Really? What a surprise. Chris is in Africa and I thought I was dying. Or at least in need of a night in the hospital to take something out. Appendix. Tumor. Something was inside that shouldn't be and it hurt. And stealthily stole my sense of security. Chris calls me hypochondriKendal from time to time, and I admit, that I, at times, fall prey to irrational fears. But this time, it was real pain. Really something in my abdomen that didn't belong. I would have felt much more at ease had Chris been around. Who else knows what time the boys get up? Who else can prepare their lunches correctly? Who else knows the practice schedules or knows to ask about projects, tests, homework? I waited to go to the doctor simply because I couldn't wrap my mind around leaving someone in charge of the boys during a spring sports season. So Tuesday, I arranged for people to pick up the children from their activities, packed an overnight bag (yes. I really did.) and showed up at my doctor's office three minutes after they opened. The nurse practitioner sent me for CT scans. Yes, two of them. After the first, the technologist said, "There is something going down there. Looks like your ovary. We'll need to do a dye scan." Of course I heard, die scan and wondered if this was the same room in which Mom found out she had ovarian cancer. I pictured myself wearing a pink bandanna on my head.

Finally I heard the word cyst. Ahhh. I can live with pain that doesn't lead to nights in the hospital, orphan children, pink bandannas. I sent a text to Hank, I can pick you up.

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6 comments:

  1. Praising God for you today that everything is o'kay. Glad I stopped by from Tuesdays Unwrapped. I can't imagine having my husband in Africa. I don't do well when he is gone even overnight. Praying for his safety.

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  2. We must be long lost twins.
    Your post is the story (well partial story) of my life.
    I too am sometimes labeled a hypochondriac.
    A worrier.
    Obsessive even.
    Your post brought a smile to my face because its just nice knowing you are not alone sometimes.
    :)
    Happy for you that it is a cyst...

    Alyssa
    lifeoflyssie.com

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  3. That would be scary to have all the pain and not knowing what it's coming from. PLUS having your husband so far away. So glad it is 'only a cyst'. (Because I know what those feel like and 'only a cyst' isn't what it feels like.)

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  4. I myself had a hypochondriacal week by proxy. Abbie's had an unexplained fever since Saturday, but 3 doctor visits later, things seem to be clearing up. I am so glad your cyst is less serious than you feared, but please take care of you! I am sure it's painful.

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  5. I myself had a hypochondriacal week by proxy. Abbie's had an unexplained fever since Saturday, but 3 doctor visits later, things seem to be clearing up. I am so glad your cyst is less serious than you feared, but please take care of you! I am sure it's painful.

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  6. That would be scary to have all the pain and not knowing what it's coming from. PLUS having your husband so far away. So glad it is 'only a cyst'. (Because I know what those feel like and 'only a cyst' isn't what it feels like.)

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