Smile

I received my lab results… and though some of the results were better, some of the results were much worse. Ahhhhh, the ever bouncing yo-yo of my lab reports. Of course, if it weren’t for my constant phone calls and messages, I doubt I would have ever received them.

I did, however, get a detailed message from the endocrinologist himself. He actually apologized for not getting back to me sooner. (I guess that makes him feel better). Apparently he has talked directly to the neurosurgeon about my case. ) My case?? Does that mean I’m just a case number…. and not an actual person? Anyway, he feels that I should “probably get this thing taken care of”. While silently laughing to myself … crap! All this time, I thought I was doing just that. Isn’t that what I’ve been trying to do? Take care of this thing? This tumor? This entity of it’s own. Geeze, every decision I make revolves around this “thing”.

So now I wait again for the neurosurgeon to call. Unless he feels it would be a greater risk to have the surgery vs. not to have the surgery, I’m ready to get the “thing” out of me and claim my life back!

Yep, case # 1,000,000,000….
pituitary patient in exam room 3…..
41 year old female with macro-prolactinoma…
is ready to take back control of her own life.

So I guess when life hands you a big mound of crap… you’d better get and even bigger shovel, roll up your sleeves and start shoveling. Otherwise drown in it!

SMILE
(and that’s Mrs. Smile to the medical profession!)