Oof. Yesterday was something else. It was rainy and cold. My inflammation was up, so my pain was at peak void-screaming levels, and I had an appointment with my oncologist.

He still doesn’t know what to do with my lymph nodes, but while I wait to be seen by an infectious disease specialist, he ordered a bunch of labs. Some of the test results were out of range, but not wildly so. Nothing prompted me to go, “a-ha! So that’s what’s wrong!”

And nothing made a diagnosis obvious to him either, or I imagine a nurse would have called me before results got released to my patient portal.

Dr. Onc (I think that’s what I’ll call him here) asked about my pain. It was exceptionally debilitating yesterday. I explained my theory that when my inflammation increases, I think my degenerative disc stuff pushes on a nerve and sends me into Active Wincing Mode™. I reported a 7 on the pain scale going into that appointment. By the time I was home it was at an 8.75. 

That degenerative disc theory lines up with elevated sedimentation rates reported in my labs and a family history of arthritis, but this fatigue and these lymph nodes. I just don’t know. If it’s possible to discern what symptoms are brain tumor and what are something else, I’m going to need someone to hand me the decoder ring.

I do appreciate my doctor though, and I’ve been trying to focus on that. Yesterday, for example, he acknowledged my pain but said he didn’t think the lymph node stuff was life threatening. Words I didn’t even know I needed to hear. I think my blood pressure went down measurably, though. So when my anxiety peaks, I will try to remember what Dr. Onc said.

Also, the man ordered enough labs that the phlebotomist took seven (!) vials. That’s a decent number, even for a professional patient. A number that gives me confidence he’s trying to help, and one that reaffirms my expectations of modern diagnostic medicine are reasonable. (Being gaslit by doctors will screw you up, kids.)

Oh! Also yesterday I got to wear my IV hoodie for the first time. The phlebotomist complimented me on it, but the nurse taking my BP basically gushed. “Every patient needs one of those! It’s so cool!”

Thanks to my friend Jenn for hooking me up with it for my birthday, because it brightened a pretty miserable day for me. I was cozy, but my elbow crook was still totally accessible. 

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