Good morning and greetings on this crisp, sunny Spring morning. I’ve just finished my very boring breakfast of a half slice of sourdough toast with the assistance of the fur babies, of course. How does anyone say no to those liquid brown, or black eyes, looking up at you saying, “Mom, please, just a wee bit of the toast, please. I promise I’ll be a good puppy”. Well, They got the crust since I’m not a big fan of that particular crust. Now, if I’d been eating my favorite yogurt, they would have a difficult time convincing me for that bite. I just wish I had room for my cup of coffee or tea this morning, but apparently that will have to wait for a little bit.
I’m up and dressed and ready for my day, well, as ready as I can be at the moment. I have to wait for my doctor’s appointment to get here. That’s the hard part. The waiting. I hate waiting like everyone else. I’m hoping to take a little siesta before I leave, since my appointment isn’t until afternoon. I am finally going to see the GI specialist about my pancreas. Just to recap, I have had abdominal pain that caused me to go the ER twice. What was found out at the first ER visit? I have good labs. Nothing else was really done. They decided I had some gastritis and a UTI. I saw my labs and I’m a nurse. If that’s a UTI, I’m Martha Washington. That could have been a contaminated specimen, but I took the antibiotics like a good little patient and the pain was okay for a few days.
I left town and headed to Florida on my vacation, 1250 miles from home. Guess what! The pain came back and I headed to the ER in Naples, Florida. I have to say, the care I received was terrific. I actually got something for my pain and tests to find out what was going on. I’m sure I won’t like my bill when it comes, but to have someone actually tell me, “Yes, you do have something on the head of your pancreas and that’s what is causing your pain” was worth it. The doctor told me it could be one of three things. Obviously, I’m rooting for the least problematic, a cyst. Many people get cysts and never even know it. So that’s one probability. The next is a pseudocyst, a little more sinister or the last, but least expected, the big C word, pancreatic cancer. I highly doubt that it is cancer, but all I can say is that at least this thing is on the head of my pancreas and I had pain. I could have been that I wouldn’t have had any symptoms at all.
And now I wait. My labs at both ER’s were good. No fevers, no pancreatitis, nothing else out of the ordinary. Just me not being able to eat very much since all this started. I’m full on very little food. It’s very strange. You would think I’d lose weight too, but I haven’t. I think I look terrible because I’m very tired and that’s not good because I’m supposed to start a new job next week. But like my husband says, “we have to take care of you first honey. The job will wait but your health can not.” See, I told you the Hubby was golden.
Stupid pancreas anyway. So, now you know what’s been going on in my world. Squirrel rehabbing, hamster raising, children raising, pancreas babysitting, sleeping, me! Now, if only the dogs had thumbs and could cook. I’d have it made. They never leave my side. Granted, they’re usually begging for my yogurt. If only they could get it for me though. Ah, just the thought of a well trained dog, but that’s a thought for another day. Have a wonderful day. And until next time, I bid you joy and peace.