Friday I got the final word and I was ready to party.
There's really nothing seriously wrong with me. Medically speaking, anyway.
Oh, the Friday before last I got my CT scan results (just before our weekend getaway, woo-hoo) and while I have "ground glass" nodule(s) on my lung(s), they are not of immediate concern. They should just be followed. I wish I could learn to stop eating glass objects, but they're so crunchy and delicious.
This past Friday I had a cystoscopy with the urologist and he confirmed that there is nothing wrong with my bladder. I may just be having blood in my urine as a lingering effect of radiation, but that too is not a cause for concern.
Boy that test felt funny. Not the good funny. But the feeling didn't last. Oh, and let me know if you need a urologist. This guy is good.
Just so I can feel a sense of accomplishment for running around to doctors, only to discover that I'm fine, I've decided to quantify the past couple of months:
9 medical office visits which included:
2 x chest X-rays
1 x MRI
1 x CT scan
1 x cystoscopy
1 x ultrasound
3 x labs
3 x urine tests
A recipe for good health.
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