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Eww.

They went in, and eww. Now keep in mind the mass was 7X5 inches roughly. Yeah, I know.

They said ”hey, there’s fluid in here. Let’s take a sample.”

TWO LITERS LATER! That’s a freaking coke bottle worth of goo, people.  Think about that the next time you go to the store and pull down that 2 liter bottle of your favorite soda. I think I’ll drink water if it’s all the same to you.

“My that’s quite a sample you have there.”

Yes, that means it was a cyst. That’s good news in that the entire mass wasn’t cancer. And now we wait for the biopsy results. On the plus side, she’s like 5 pounds lighter. It’s like giving birth or something. Yeeesh. 

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8 Responses to “Eww.”

  1. Misty Meenor
    19:25 on March 4th, 2011

    I sincerely hope your friend is all right.

    Stupid screwup doctors. Ann Landers said that 50% of the doctors practicing today, graduated in the bottom half of their class. I’m thinking it’s more like 75%.

    Still, as horrible as it was, it could have been a lot worse. The first doctor could have said it was nothing, when it was. As it is, your friend got the treatment she needed, thank goodness.

  2. stacy
    01:36 on March 5th, 2011

    I think I would have to go back to the first guys, and after kicking them in the nuts, look down and tell them they might want to have that rupture looked at.

  3. Lilith Langtree
    07:42 on March 5th, 2011

    The problem with kicking them like that is that they are military doctors. I’d probably be considered a military combatant and that would lead to all sorts of badness.

    I just don’t get why they did it. They weren’t “fresh out of medical school twenty-somthings. Both of them were in their late 30’s or early 40’s. They should know better.

    ————–
    That Ann Landers joke reminds me of another joke.

    Q: What do you call a person that graduates at the very bottom of their class with a C-average.

    A: Doctor
    ————-

    And lastly: (I found this out last night) One of the nurses that was helping her around and telling her what to expect from each thing they were doing, originally asked what she was in for.

    Ovarin Cancer was the answer.

    What were the biopsy results?

    That’s why I’m here. I’m getting a biopsy. The doctors said I had cancer.

    ??? How can they tell if it’s cancer with no biopsy?

    I threw my arms up in the air and told her, “THANK YOU! FINALLY! VALIDATION!”

    All this time I’d been explaining to her that it’s impossible to tell what it is from a CAT scan and I really think she didn’t believe me, after all, I’m not a doctor.

    Granted, even given that it’s a cyst, it could still be cancerous, etc., but that’s a far cry from an automatic death sentence. And instead of a 7X5 thick mass, it’s now been downgraded to what amounts to a deflated balloon.

  4. stacy
    02:05 on March 7th, 2011

    Well, the news is excellent, after all that. From what I can tell from limited contact, a CAT scan can’t give that info, just a lead, but an ultrasound is much better, as cancer tumors give a different rebound of the sound waves than regular tissue.

  5. Lilith Langtree
    06:12 on March 7th, 2011

    This is true. They performed one of those before the fluid retrieval. That’s how they found out about the fluid, they just didn’t think it was so much. I still can’t get over the whole 2 liters thing.

    Anyway, they set up the doctor for the chemotherapy, just in case (it’s a speed thing from here on out apparently). They’re supposed to call today with the results of the biopsy and if it’s positive for malignancy then she gets to go through with that wonderful experience.

    In this instance I’m expecting less than good news, but still keeping my fingers crossed.

  6. Lilith Langtree
    15:16 on March 8th, 2011

    Biopsy came back just now. Guess what boys, girls, and everyone in-between? It’s not cancer. Now pardon me, I have to write a nice nasty letter to The Chief of Staff of the local Air Force base to tell them what I think of their emergency room doctor and their oncology department.

  7. Frank
    20:46 on March 17th, 2011

    Thanks heavens it wasn’t cancer. Can’t get a better end result than that really.

    {{Hugs}}

    Frank

  8. stacy
    00:51 on March 25th, 2011

    I’m so glad to hear things were looking up. I hope you burn them all to ashes withe the phone calls. Sounds like they could use a talking to by the med commission also. I hope things are going better now. Give ’em hell girl!