The Diagnosis
November 12th 2008 02:13
Like so many before me, the diagnosis of Pancreatic cancer did not come quick. For over a year I had been going to the Dr tying to find out what was wrong with me. I was told I was over weight and I should lose weight. I would try to diet and not lose any weight so I would go back to the Dr. I was told I had bad allergies and was over weight. No matter what I went to the Dr for I was told I needed to lose weight and I would feel better. Still the stomach pain did not go away and after a year and half I could not take it anymore. I requested blood work be done. My Dr didn’t feel it was necessary but did it anyway to humor me. First the blood work was a little off according to my Dr. this raised questions and my Dr finally wanted answers as well. I was scheduled for an Ultra sound of my liver to see if something was wrong. I went for the ultra sound and I knew something was wrong. The person doing the ultra sound left the room, when she came back she had another Dr. with her. They sent me back to see my Dr. when I arrived in his office they had already called him. My Dr was waiting to tell me that they had found a large mass on my liver and needed another test to find out what it was. The next test scheduled was a CT scan. I also had to have more blood work and an MRI done soon after the CT scan. My family Dr called with the results of the tumor marker they had done and the CT and MRI results. My Dr. suggested I go to see a specialist, he never said I had cancer. I was only in the specialist office for 20 minutes when he came in with booklets and explained to my husband and I that I had Cancer. That dreaded word, Cancer. I not only had cancer, but had Pancreatic cancer. He did show us photographs and told us that he didn’t feel he could do the surgery that I needed to save my life. He told us that I needed to choose what hospital I wanted to go to. His office would set up the consult with that hospital but they would not do the surgery for me. He went straight to the point, the reason he would not do the surgery was that the tumor had attached itself to veins, intestines and my bowl. I did my homework and chose to go to St Louis to the Washington University Medical Center. I have never regretted my decision in fact I tell everyone how great they are
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