Let me start off with the dreadful news, for the past six months I have been working at my old job. A little over a month ago I got a call from my doctor to notify me about my PET scan I had previously. I was driving home from work at this point when my doctor called, I only answered thinking that this would be a short sweet conversation, I was in the clear before why would I have to worry anymore?
I had planned out what he was going to say to me, until he kept talking, that's when I realized that something popped up in the scan, something is very wrong. My heart was pacing and my fingers were shaking, and yet I was still driving on the road listening to my doctor tell me how worried he is that he found some spots showed up on my eye and left hip. Left hip? Seemed like a pretty random spot to hit. At this point I wasn't thinking clearly and was very emotional. On the phone I kept my cool, but physically you would see a complete mess. Near the end of the conversation he told me he had already talked to my mom about it. ( apparently he called the wrong number so he told my mom anyway)
My mom was the first person I called, but she didn't answer her phone so then I called my dad. I had to talk to someone about this, I was utterly shattered. I was planning on going to school and participating in relay for life in just three or four weeks. I was still driving home when I called my dad bawling out my eyes practically screaming "why now?" " I can't do this anymore" " why is this happening?" . My dad was just as stumped as I was. He did the best he could to comfort me, and I needed it more than ever.
When I pulled in to the my grandparents driveway (where I was staying at the time) I just sat in my car and just cried for at least five minutes, just when I was about to compose myself my grandpa came up to my car and banged on my car to scare me for fun. It did make me jump, but also pushed my emotions even farther and I started bawling again. It was just bad timing I don't blame him for making me cry, because on any other day I would laugh if he did that, even now I laugh at the situation.
He knew was something was wrong when he noticed I was moving out of my car cause I couldn't compose myself anymore. He asked me what was wrong, and all I could say was "I got my results back from the pet scan..." That's when the cussing started with my grandpa as he escorted me into the house. "Shit...shit...shit!" Then my grandma asked what happened and I could hardly speak by this point. My face was red, hot, and wet. Later that night I told the rest of my family and talked to my mom who didn't answer my phone call because she was having a hard time as well. About an hour after I told my sister I had all my siblings over and I had a priesthood blessing, I needed it more than ever!
Later that week I started to feel some strong pain down my leg, by the end of the week I couldn't sleep through the night it was so painful. That next day I lost mobility in my left leg, which was around the time I had a bone scan so I could do a biopsy for it.
My mom came up from Vegas to help me around the house and for my biopsy, and of course to bring me my pain medicine. Haha oh how I appreciated it!!
Luckily what they found on my scan for my eye was just scar tissue, but they were pretty worried about my hip...
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