Remember my "hey, things must be good as my CT scan review is scheduled out, and my internal was good". We were invited to our first social out since COVID -- a potluck dinner, and was super excited to be going.
On Friday, Dec 16th, I received a call from the hospital clinic that I was booked for a cystoscopy on Friday, December 23rd with the urologist.
I got off the phone, looked up cystoscopy Cystoscopy - Mayo Clinic, and then started to stress.
I phoned my doctor to say "hey what's going on"
The timing of it being right after the CT scan results would have come in was not lost to me.
Holy **** batman. Dang. Deep breathe
With no doctor call back, I did my best to compartmentalize it.
Kept my stress level down, and went old school to the potluck - my spouse's idea with Diana sauce and purchased meatballs.
The person whose house it was at is a very good friend and was aware of my anxiety. She laughed and supported it.
(ps. there were some picky eaters who also loved it).
I had my doctor's appt for the results of the CT scan on Tuesday, the 21st .......at which point he told me he had heard about my anxious call, apologized for not calling back, but, that my referral to urologist had happened at the end of October. The timing of the appointment was purely a coincidence. sigh. I choose to believe him.
Now, why does my anxiety go up when I start to get referrals for bladder issues.
A good friend of mine was diagnoses with cervix cancer just over one year ahead of me in 2014. Her treatments were different. Her staging was different. Her type was different. I know that. She was a huge support while I was going through treatments. Shortly after I finished mine, her cancer was suspected & confirmed as back by a cystoscope, in her uretor, and after much testing, issues, challenges, she ended up with full bladder removal, plus lots of other items. She died in March 2017.
so.....I am aware of the potentials that exist, and will NOT let them run my life, but...I am also not stupid. Tests are important.
On Friday, Dec 16th, I received a call from the hospital clinic that I was booked for a cystoscopy on Friday, December 23rd with the urologist.
I got off the phone, looked up cystoscopy Cystoscopy - Mayo Clinic, and then started to stress.
I phoned my doctor to say "hey what's going on"
The timing of it being right after the CT scan results would have come in was not lost to me.
Holy **** batman. Dang. Deep breathe
With no doctor call back, I did my best to compartmentalize it.
Kept my stress level down, and went old school to the potluck - my spouse's idea with Diana sauce and purchased meatballs.
The person whose house it was at is a very good friend and was aware of my anxiety. She laughed and supported it.
(ps. there were some picky eaters who also loved it).
I had my doctor's appt for the results of the CT scan on Tuesday, the 21st .......at which point he told me he had heard about my anxious call, apologized for not calling back, but, that my referral to urologist had happened at the end of October. The timing of the appointment was purely a coincidence. sigh. I choose to believe him.
Now, why does my anxiety go up when I start to get referrals for bladder issues.
A good friend of mine was diagnoses with cervix cancer just over one year ahead of me in 2014. Her treatments were different. Her staging was different. Her type was different. I know that. She was a huge support while I was going through treatments. Shortly after I finished mine, her cancer was suspected & confirmed as back by a cystoscope, in her uretor, and after much testing, issues, challenges, she ended up with full bladder removal, plus lots of other items. She died in March 2017.
so.....I am aware of the potentials that exist, and will NOT let them run my life, but...I am also not stupid. Tests are important.
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