Hi everyone, I hope you're all coping with your turmoil! I guess we're all having a rubbish time on here.
My story so far.. Im 61 fit and healthy apart fromI've got Rheumatoid, sjorgens, raynauds and been on various dmards, JAK inhibitors, biologics etc so have been warned to try to see my GP if there's any possible infections. I was feeling not quite right so saw my GP the same day (woop woop)
Thought Id just get antibiotics for a tight neck and bit of a sore throat but he rang ENT straight away and they rang me at 10.30pm to go in the morning. (A little freaked out by this!). They did a contrast CT neck and chest and told me there was a little something on my lung, probs nothing and the resp team might see me in a couple weeks. I got a call that night to come for a consultation and they told me it might be cancer?! PET/CT the following day, lung function the day after. I rang the macmillan nurse who was fab, looked at my notes and said there was a team meeting about me on Tuesday when results would be collated. As I'm anxious, the fastest way for me to know the results is for this nurse to ring me (though i could wait a couple of days and be seen if I'd prefer>). Im an impatient soul so I'll go for the phone call. I'm torn between being super impressed at the rate I'm being sorted and absolutely terrified because it may be that they feel it IS cancer. What on earth would I tell my children? What would I do with this info?
Sorry this is so long winded and don't know why Im telling you all..but my brain is like a liquidizer full of ice. I'm thinking about cancer, sorting the loft, doing a will, finishing off that paintwork, emtpying the wardrobe, googling, sorting the junk drawer , sweeping the garage etc. Am I normal??