A Day of Poking, Prodding, and Cancerhead

Today was a fun-filled day at the hospital for pre-op tests and an ultrasound.

I've been feeling good since my bleeding episode a few weeks ago. In fact, I pretty much feel normal and for the first time in months, I've actually been able to exercise without bleeding. So, I went into the ultrasound mostly relaxed. (For ladies who haven't had one yet-- it's a virtually painless procedure, despite the fact that there is a camera up your hoo-hoo). And I stayed relaxed until the ultrasound technician brought the radiologist  in the room, and he asked me,

"Have you had a CT scan or an MRI?"

A perfectly reasonable question. However, to a cancer patient, "cancerhead" thinking obscures a rational response.

"CT scans and a MRI?! They must have found something suspicious. Has the cancer metastasized? They must have found something or else they wouldn't be asking me that, What did they find?! Do I have 24 hours to live?"

All of those thoughts ran through my head before I answered "No, not yet."

What did they actually find?

• two simple cysts on my ovaries (no concern, not cancer)
• A big-ass fibroid that is attached to my uterus like a conjoined twin.  

What did they not find?

• Evidence that I'm dying tomorrow 

An important reminder -- just because you've been diagnosed with cancer, doesn't mean that cancerhead is right.