Old Enough?
I sat in the doctor’s office prepared to hear the usual nonsense about not knowing what to d with me. He was a kindly faced gentleman, which I say simply because he is an older man (somewhere around my grandparents’ in age), who walked me into his office by himself. No nurse to do his dirty work I guessed even though she smiled as I walked by, being more my mother’s age than that of my age. He sat me down in one of two plush leather chairs that suited the office of a doctor who had been around for a while and for the first time in a while I felt like maybe this would work for a change.
I had a book on my lap and he asked what I was reading and why.
I kindly told him “It’s a work of fiction.” Something I had recently given up on like a bad habit since most of the stories sound the same and I liked to learn while reading or at least imagine the real person behind it. “It is summer though and I should give my mind a break, you can tell from my file that I don’t get much of a break from reality.”
“Yes, I see,” he muttered while pulling out his fancy, shining pen and paper to take notes with in my file. “I too like nonfiction works as they give me a sense of learning, even at my age. It is just a break from my world since most of it is history or medical updates.”
As usual I began running the marathon through my file at record speed only pausing to answer his questions as best I could but referring him to doctors for the full story. He listened intently and confirmed some of my facts as I spit them out. “Yes, I see,” he would say without making me feel as though I was someone who was making a tall tale of it just for kicks. Toward the end he began to frown, once again worrying me that I had make another bad choice in doctors and would be disappointed by his conclusion.
“Let’s examine you and let me see if I can see any of the items from your most recent lab reports even though they are more than six months old. You never know what we will find though your tumors are deep so I don’t know what I will find.”
He led me to the sterile, cold steel looking room where he would examine me and I longed for the comfort of his chairs. Oncologist office’s often have the best seating, or anyone who deals with cancer. The rest of my arsenal of physicians’ only sat me in their rooms that mimicked the sterile room I had just entered. Immediately I felt cold creep up my spine and the sign of yet another wasted trip. You see I haven’t had many physical signs of diseases unless you knew me before all of this. My illness really only showed up in my blood and other radiological exams, something else that left me feeling cold and as though I was about to throw up. A feeling I had grown so accustom to that I had to take medicine for the past few years in order to keep food down. Though now it had no effect and I could not digest any food, which does not show up on tests so most of that is me versus them (the doctors a.k.a. judges).
I quickly removed all of my clothing down to my skin as I felt it would be easier if I hurried it up. The sooner I could get this part over with the sooner I would hear news. I guess you could say I went to my doctor appointments with the hope of them being over so the disappointment could start and finish as well. As I hopped up on the table the paper crinkled against my gown and skin. Another thing I hated, why could they not afford more comfortable exam rooms if this was often the most uncomfortable part of the trip. My heart was racing and it felt strange since earlier in the week it had shot so low I had stopped breathing and woke up blue, I have only seen blue babies not people and it kind of freaked me out a bit. Talk about scary. My memory of the early part of the week was shattered with a hard but firm knock on the door, not the type of delivery men or a stranger. I jumped slightly though I knew what was coming and answered his call with a weak “uh huh.”
Slowly he pulled up the files on the computer to add his exam notes while he proceeded to poke and prod me. He indicated that I do have many abnormal glands in size and a number of lymph nodes but could not tell if they were malignant or not so we would need further tests. “What else could be causing all of this if it turns out to be cancer and something besides it as you mentioned that most cancers do not have all of these issues and it could be a combination,” I asked.
“Well it seems most of your health issues started when you had a pituitary tumor but it should have gone back to normal, but in some cases we do see people get worse.”
“You mean it could be causing some of the symptoms and cancer the others?”
“Yes in rare cases such as yours physicians can often put off diagnosis or confuse them because of the complexity of the case, but you know you are complicated already and we know you are not in need of mental health care since you passed all those exams as well.” He said with confidence but rather shyly. Who wants to tell someone they are or are not mentally ill. “So I will include a panel of hormones for you. Are you on thyroid medication?”
“No, why?”
“Well it would appear you have a thyroid problem as well at this point and should be treated but I will test it again to make sure it was not a one-time thing.” He went on in another shy manner telling me I should have my family tested for the BRCA I & II genes since my family has such a high occurrence and it would help me get diagnosed and treated more quickly.
“My family will not do it, they see having so many as proof that we carry the gene.”
“Well you may want to consider it yourself then as we should be able to get your insurance to cover it and if not it is only a couple of thousand.” Pausing he said “If you come back positive, and you likely will based on my exam and your history, then you need to consider your options.”
Unsure of what my options were I started to shake and asked him what he meant. The doctor indicated that at my age I would want to consider a hysterectomy to prevent the cancer, especially since so many in my family were young at onset. My heart sunk. He went on to say that I would have to decide between keeping my organs and getting cancer while attempting to get pregnant (though most of my physicians doubt my ability especially with my chronic medications and illness). “It’s up to you. But if I were you I would seriously consider getting your ovaries out in the least.”
Feeling confused by the conversation I quickly got dressed in my normal clothes while his nurse arranged all of my tests and CT scan of my chest, abdomen and pelvis. I have no idea why he would leave out my head and neck since there was a large quantity of tumors there. Like most doctors though he probably felt it is not his area since I have a neurologist and pain doctor monitoring that area. Which I will never understand since they are so closely related to cancer and this is where it was thought to start.
My head was spinning with thought and I felt a bit like I had been caught up in a whirlwind of information and decisions. I finished booking the tests with the nurse who laughed when I had a severe hot flash in front of her. She laughed “you are just like me.” Looking rather flushed I answered “But I am not nearly old enough for this.” A comment I would think of often after the appointment.
I didn’t understand how one could be old enough to have her reproductive organs removed to prevent cancer but could not demand an open biopsy of the tumors in my neck through a one inch incision. Near the back of my neck seemed a lot less scary than ripping out something that gives life and then would force me to be on other medication for the rest of my life. How come I am old enough to take out body parts but not get a biopsy on tumors which indicated cancer among other diseases?
Feeling sick to my stomach as I stumbled out to my car I thought of all the decisions that had to be made and those that could not. Quickly I dialed my phone to call my mother and ask her if I was missing something because if I was old enough to get genetically tested for cancer than why could I not get a small slice in my neck to get a piece of the puzzle of my mystery diseases out. A piece of me that could lead to more answers than questions for me – I could get a real diagnosis and treatment set up. Instead I am left with a slow growing cancer and unknown diseases both going untreated because I need a biopsy. Why could I not do both? How could I be old enough for all of this disease stuff - not to mention the financial issues of retiring before I was ready or old enough or the emotional baggage that accompanies all these things? Perhaps this is why older people tend to be the more sick ones, they have had time to live and learn lessons to prepare them, if not only a little more than I was at the age of 29 when this started. Not that anyone is prepared but how am I old enough to choose one of the most major decisions in life. And how can I not get a little cut in my neck with permission from me?
Now at 34 I have even more questions and issues than I started out with almost five years ago. One would think the doctors would want to answer some of these questions. How old will I be when I can make these decisions or prepared for them? It is easy for me to help others make this decision but I am a third party not the actual person, it seems so much easier.
How old is old enough?
2 Comments:
Hi Dulcie,
Nikki O'Conner (Lampson)gave me the link to this page...I have to say WOW. I wont get into all the details about how you make me feel lucky to have some of the health issues that I have that prior to tonight I thought were horrible - but I will say thank you for being an awesome example of someone who has embraced LIFE and its ups and downs with HUMOR!!! I have not read all of your entries..but I plan to -keep writing and know you are in my prayers! Janelle Rice
Thanks Janelle! It is so nice to hear from people, both new and old. I started writing this just so my family could see since i was so far away. For a while I took a break since it was so hard to write about all this. It is so interesting to see the people that step up and offer prayers and support, you really learn a lot about people, so thank you for being one of those people! I hope that you are doing ok and please let me know if you need a doc, a well wishing, an ear or whatever. I am always around (well virtually at least). Take care of yourself and know someone is thinking good thoughts for you. Dulcie
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