Serious-ly Messed Up

This post should have been able to be a fun post about squirrels, and I will get to that later today, but I've just had the most seriously messed up doctor's visit... ever.  That's really saying something, because most of the doctors I've ever seen have been total train wrecks and this doctor is amazing so far.  At this appointment I learned a whole lot about my own medical history, since the doctors I went to never gave me any of this information years ago when they should have.

First off, Dr. H starts going through my medical history because it's the first time I've ever seen him and he wanted to be thorough.  Already I adore this man.  He starts this off by telling me that there are some troubling things in my charts that he wanted to address.

Troubling thing #1: "When you were diagnosed with Lupus, what did you do for treatment? The treatment isn't listed here."  Had I ever been told by the doctor who diagnosed me with Lupus that I'd had it, there would be treatments in there.  So, there I am, completely upset because that diagnosis would have made so much sense all these years... and because some of the things I've been taking/doing would not have been taken/done had I known.  We decided that it would be best to make another appointment to go over these findings in my chart and do a whole new work up of tests to figure out what on Earth was going on.  This made me feel better and I adore this guy even more.

Troubling thing (and most troubling thing) #2:  "When they did your hysterectomy, did they take your right ovary?  It shows here that they found a malignant mass on your ovary."  Um, ok.  The world stopped at that very moment and went backwards so that the moment was repeated over again... like in Superman when he flies backward around the world to reverse time a bit to save Lois and get the missiles.  Except, this was way less awesome and more horrific.  I had been told there was a mass on my ovary and that they were going to biopsy it and that they would let me know if it turned out badly.  They said they didn't see anything bad, so I relaxed about it and pretty much let it go.  To find out now that it was malignant is scary beyond measure.  We're going to be discussing this at my next appointment and I'll be referred to a specialist to get things checked out now.  Also, Dr. H is going to call the other places where the records were from and get the straight story from them... and hopefully verbally bitch slap them all.

So, after a simple appointment to get my knee checked because I hurt it on the exercise bike (yes, the exercise bike) at the gym... I was totally freaked out and worried.  I'm not anymore, though.  There are two main reasons why I'm not worried too much anymore.

Reason #1:  I truly believe that we're not given anything we can't handle... we're just tested on how well we handle it.  I have all the faith in the world that I can beat/manage anything that is thrown at me.

Reason #2: I am made up of a little bit of everyone in my family... which means I'm one tough cookie.  I'm a fighter like my Papa and I'm stubborn as all Hell like my Grandpa.  I cook and bake my worries away, like Grammy.  I laugh inappropriately and can stay strong because of it, like Mom and my Sister.  I'm stern and collected, like my Father.  I'm goofy and smart, like my Brother.  I'm inspired by my Husband and Children (who better sleep in this weekend, or else!).  There's no room for giving up and so there's no room for being afraid.  It is what it is and I'll handle it.

And, so.. this was my morning of crazy.  Sorry the post was so serious... but it was seriously messed up to find all this out.  I should really have asked for copies of my medical records to look at sooner.

Please make sure you follow up on everything with your doctor.  Make sure to get copies of the paperwork, so you know they are telling you everything.  Please do everything you can to never end up in a situation like this.  And if you ever do, watch the Superman movies.  Something about those movies makes me feel a little stronger...  Maybe it's the fact that at least I'm not prone to falling off of buildings as much as Lois Lane.