My surgeon never calls me unless it is something…important. Bad important. He called me on Monday and said he couldn’t explain over the phone, but I had to come in right away to get more x-rays and so he could show me in person what he was talking about. After my MRI that went wrong (torn vein + allergic reaction), the results came back. The are unsettling to say the least.
I could see it on the x-rays before he even said what it was. I have a hole in the lateral cortex of my femur, it looked about an inch long. It looked like a dark lesion, and it is about where the tumor was taken over 2 years ago. It appeared out of nowhere — like everything else — since my last x-ray in the fall. But the hole isn’t the part that is unsettling, it is what is inside of it. A white dot. It isn’t communicating with the outside and they have no idea what it is. Several meetings, a dozen other experts, and more radiology opinions — no one knows what the hell it is! My surgeon/oncologist doesn’t like not being able to explain what something is!
I am staying off the leg as much as possible (I knew it was fragile, but Jeez) and am prepping for a procedure to have them go in and see what the white dot is. A biopsy-like thing, but not quite, since there is nothing that they can take to put under a microscope. I’ll get put under while they poke through my bone and see what this thing is. I was told it would be benign, but I heard that before, remember?
This has set me off into a depression and freak-out that has already caused a chunk of my eyebrows to fall out; I missed a lot of events this week, have had a cold for 2 weeks, and to top it off a funeral planning service called me at home not 30 minutes after I got the news! Until they go into my leg, however, I can only wait. If this is something that keeps occurring I know that full amputation isn’t far off.
Below is a CBS piece on my dad and his battle with cancer, that also came quick. It’s my TV debut at age five! I wish I could tell you it had a happy ending.
5 thoughts on “Me in 2013, My Dad in 1983”
It’s understandable you’d be upset …try to hang in there the best you can.
Arabella, I’m so sorry and will be keeping you in my thoughts and prayers.
I hope it turns out to be nothing. Hugs to you.
Turns out it is a benign cyst along with some tissue fragments (this read from a report from the nurse after 2+ weeks of me calling to get the pathology results). It’s been weeks and the biopsy wound hasn’t healed all the way + they took some bone and I ended up with a minor stress fracture.
But, to top it all of, my oncologist STILL hasn’t returned my phone calls as to what I’m supposed to do, now.
I guess the good news is, I get to keep my leg!