Barry is the most patient human being on earth. Either, God is giving him strength or he is hiding his fear really well. We are currently waiting to see a doctor for results of an abdominal/pelvic MRI.
During my renal ultrasound, they discovered something on my liver. The doctor’s answer was it is just an incidental finding, we’ll get an MRI to check it out. He thought he was easing my anxiety.Nope….just made it worse….why don’t they get that?
If they were honest enough to just say it could be this or this…..why not do more test to rule it out…..would have made me feel better……but since when is the patient supposed to feel good after seeing a doctor?
Other than that, even though the breast biopsy was negative. They are still investigating the cause of the problem. Another MRI this weekend and appointments all next week to get results and such.
My body is acting crazy and I can’t get a return call from a doctor to save my life. I am also experiencing a new symptom of cowden syndrome, that no one wants to help me with. These doctors wonder why people get depressed. I have a rare genetic disorder that actually scares the doctors treating me.
Barry is being a supportive dream. I am a fussy mess, he just tells me to relax and go sit down. I love that man.
I’m doing the paperwork to join the study at the Cleveland Clinic. Not sure it will do me a bit of good, but maybe it will help someone else dealing with this mess.
I need to go for now, have a few contacts to make. I think I have diverticulitis again. I have to call my doctor. I need to do paperwork for myself and mom. Have a great day everyone.
Barry and I didn’t know how to act yesterday. We saw a movie and had lunch out without dealing with a doctor’s office.
I “liked” your post, but not the facts. Just so you know. Ugh, Jill, doctors can be such a mess to deal with, but thank the Lord for them, too. I hope your pretty spring pic on your blog cheers you up a little!
I know, Luanne……..I’m just so frustrated. I’m hurting so bad and can’t get anyone’s attention. You know where I’m coming from. I feel like they are experimenting on me when I’m there and ignoring me when I’m not. When I am there, they talk about how good they are more than I care to hear. If they are so good, why can’t they figure out what to do with me?
I have some spring pictures I need to post. Maybe it will cheer me up. Thanks for listening…..Jill
I’m glad you posted about your lovely garden/yard. It sounds like your doctors are very insecure about not being able to help you more. Big ego plus incompetence equals insecurity. xo