||[Nov. 20th, 2015|01:01 pm]
A couple months back I went to the gynecologist--again--because my body hasn't gotten the message that, at 57, I never intend to procreate again. The doc suggested a treatment path, but suggested that he should do another biopsy just to make sure that the one that came out clean last spring didn't miss something. So I got to slide into the stirrups again. |
As I recall, the last time we did this he told me that no news was good news, and I got the results by mail a week or so later. I expected the same this time around. But that's not what happened.
The next day I was in an all-day seminar when my phone vibrated. I looked down at it and saw that it was a Clinic phone number, but I couldn't answer. Notification of voicemail appeared a few seconds later. I resisted it for about fifteen minutes, but figured I could listen to it.
"Hi, this is Nora at the Clinic. Please call me at your earliest convenience."
My heart rate went through the ceiling and I started sweating. Why would they call me if it wasn't bad news?
As it was, I sneaked out about half an hour later and called back, and everything was fine. The doctor just wanted me to know as soon as possible so I wouldn't worry.
But during that half hour? I was certain that I had cancer and was going to die. And what was the first thought that came to me about my impending death? Was it "I won't be there when my daughters get married"? Was it "Ferrett is going to take this so hard"? Was it about my family or friends at all?
It was, "I won't get to see all of the new Star Wars trilogy!"
So now ... I am on tenterhooks wondering what the message said. Hope you were paranoid for nothing.
And yeah, I'd probably have the same reaction. :D
As I said, the doctor just wanted to make sure I got word right away that everything was fine.
I know exactly what you mean. When i went into the hospital Sunday night, my first thought was I'll miss the opening of the denouement of The Hunger Games. When they told me I'd have surgery, i thought, damn, i am probably going to be stuck in rehab for Star Wars.
So i understand...
Laughter - the best medicine :)
My wife's passing just before the start of last year's Doctor Who season brought home my mortality to me by making me realize that one day there will be Doctor Who without me drawing cartoons about it. This really offends me.
It is offensive, without a doubt.
There's a very real possibility my mother in law won't live to see the next season of Sherlock, which she loves. I'm kinda grateful they're airing a special in January so she gets something.
I'm glad your news was good.
That's rough. I've been thinking about you guys a lot.
I'm also glad the news was good.
I really hope you get to see this trilogy. And the next one.
This is why I turn my phone off when I am at seminars. The thought of missing (potentially-not-sucky) Star Wars movies is stress I don't need.
I am so glad it was good news. *hugs*
Also...my family does not have Star Wars tickets yet and we have to wait, because the boys didn't like Star Wars enough to want to do the opening show(s).
...I have perfect poly relationships.
Except for this. *tragic look*
I had something similar happen to me. Usually, my doctor never calls, but after a recent one, the office called and said something about there not being enough cells (my German vocabulary is a little lacking in this area, so I wasn't sure I was fully understanding them), and that I would have to do another test, and they would send a letter. I was thinking some kind of important cells were missing, and the letter would explain more, so I didn't try to figure out more. Then I waited, and waited, and waited for the letter...
Finally, I figured out that there hadn't been enough cells in the sample to run the test, and they wanted to do another in 3 months, and they would send me a letter when it was time to retest. Nothing unusual had been found, and there was no call after the retest. So there were weeks of worry for nothing...
(So, so glad it was a false alarm for you!!)
Yeah, that's nerve-wracking!