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Summer of Suck 2.0: FAQs

I thought I’d use this little lull before surgery to answer a few Frequently Asked Questions.

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Keep reading to see why I included this pic

Is the mass benign?

We don’t know and won’t have details until it’s removed. The surgeon will not do a biopsy because the mass is nicely contained right now. Puncturing it for a biopsy could release dangerous cells into my body.

So far, my tests seem to be pointing to a non-functioning tumor (meaning it is not making hormones like cortisol). While that makes my surgery prep easier, in that the doctors won’t have to replace the hormones before removing the mass, it doesn’t tell us if the mass is benign or malignant.

Update (9/15/16): my jug test results are in and they are also normal. This means that the mass does not seem to be producing hormones. Here’s what Merck has to say about that. I’m trying to take those stats plus many people saying that adrenal cancers are very rare as good news.

What is the mass made of? Continue reading

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The two year clear

First read this.

A couple of days ago, I made the trek uptown to see the new tumor doctor for the read on my MRI.

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The hospital, Mount Sinai, feels like a haul every time I go there. It isn’t close to the subway and that part of Manhattan is hilly. Choose the wrong street and suddenly you’re walking uphill way more than your chosen shoes will tolerate.

I’m usually nervous as I approach the hospital. Each time, I have wondered to myself if this might be the time I’m told “the tumor grew and you need to have it┬áremoved.”

There have been times when I have cried in nervous anticipation on my way to the appointment, and others when I have cried upon leaving, feeling relief.

This time, I walked from the subway thinking “Please, universe, no more bad news. I can’t take even one more thing.”

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The grand tumor/lesion/bone thing (interim) update

Read this first for a tumor refresher.

I am lying on my back in a metal tube. Not flat on my back but slightly tilted toward my right side. My left arm is raised up with my hand wrapped around my head.

It occurs to me that I might look like Elizabeth Wurtzel on her book cover although older, not as skinny and without the dead eyes (maybe).

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I don’t have dead eyes, at least not now, because my eyes are closed. Keeping one’s eyes closed is Rule #1 of not freaking out during an MRI. Rule #2 for most people is taking Xanax, but I am disciplined – for once in my life – about not opening my eyes so I don’t need Rule #2. Continue reading

Just my luck

It was time to be measured. Or rather, to have my tumor measured. Just a routine MRI albeit one with contrast (ew).

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“Headphones with music or earplugs?” Carlos the tech asked.

“Headphones today, I think,” I said before adding, “but nothing too loud because I will definitely doze. Lite FM?”

Somehow I didn’t care about sounding like an old, old lady.

“You got it.”

Once all of the adjustments had been made, Carlos popped some giant headphones over my ears and pushed me into the tube.

The first song? Only one of the world’s worst songs.

It’s well-established that I loathe Train.

I was spared from Pitbull audio abuse only by virtue of the soft rock format. THANK GOODNESS.

Now I wait to see the doctor (October, darn it!). I’ll let you know but assume that the freeloader in my arm is still 8 cm.

This is a whiny post. Feel free to ignore me.

My body is letting me down recently. Maybe I have let my body down. Either is possible, I guess.

While much of the last six months or so has been pure NYC-infused joy for me, I have also been dealing with some health concerns.

A week ago, I started getting symptoms that I had previously ascribed to allergies, both seasonal and to a new medication (Celebrex): Continue reading