I had completely forgotten to update about the medical dilemma that I faced back in November of last year. A week ago, yesterday, I had my six month check up at the Moffit Cancer Center in Tampa. I was a little nervous going in, considering that I was experiencing the same symptoms, minus the noticeable lump in my throat. I figured that maybe another cyst was starting to form that hadn't gotten big enough to be visible. My appointment was for 9:45a.m. and I arrived at 9:30. The waiting room was packed. I had to wait about 5 minutes for a chair to become available. Not that it really mattered since I drove for an hour to get there, so sitting was not a priority.
What was annoying, was listening to this woman rant about how her husband, who was sitting right next to her, was a crybaby when it came to his Mesothelioma treatment and about how it was his own damn fault for getting the disease in the first place, because he worked for over thirty years as a school janitor in a school that oozed asbestos. Really lady? I mean do you honestly believe that your husband would willing put himself in danger? How ignorant could you possibly be? I felt so sorry for her husband who was just sitting there looking down at his feet not saying a word. How can you treat someone you supposedly love like a piece of crap? I will never understand that kind of mentality.
When I finally got in to see my doctor, she had nothing but good news. I am free from all cysts at this moment and I won't have to go in for another check up unless something noticeable happens. The only unfavorable part is that the numbness that I still have from my left ear down to my left shoulder will most likely be permanent and I will never get rid of the stiffness feeling in my neck. When I described to her that it still felt like a brick was inside my throat she told me that was part of the stiffness. So I guess I will just have to deal with it, which is way better than what could have been the alternative. Because then, I would most likely be the crybaby in the waiting room, but my husband would be my rock and love me through it anyway. Attitude, tears and all.