vendredi 5 juin 2009

Tests (part 1)

I've just come home from doing tests all day. It's 5.48pm and I'm completely and utterly exhausted. On top of my stress and long waiting hours, I have to cope with an extremely sore throat which has given me a bloody headache.

I started with a small talk about what I was going to go through today. That was supposed to start at 10.45am, but Dr. V. was busy with an old lady who'd had a mastectomy, and by the time she was done, it was 11.30am! Dr. V. was only 3 years older than me and very nice. I also couldn't help but see her perfect cleavage. She was very sweet, and after she had had a long look at me, she said that she was going to be very honest about everything. She didn't think they would be able to save my breast, and that it would have to be removed completely. That was a tough blow... I stayed calm though, and kept staring at her cleavage, trying to imagine it with only one breast, and then I cried. That was the first cry of the day.

So after that: a radio-active injection. Not painful at all. My mum was very upset.

Then back to check out the glands underneath my armpit. "Looks clear to me" the doctor said.

Then my liver: "Looks healthy"

Then a bone scan of my entire body. That was the longest... I had to lay completely motionless with my hands crossed around my hips for over 20 minutes. I thought I was gonna faint.

And then finally a picture of my lungs. Nothing was said except: "Don't move"

Needless to say that between each and every test I had to wait between 20 and 40 minutes. And I was only allowed to eat after they had checked my liver. But my throat was too painful (and still is) to eat, so, all I've had today is a bite in a sandwich and a Leo chocolate.

I'm gonna rest now and try to type more thoughts later or tomorrow...

3 commentaires:

  1. What a day Sali, you sound exhausted :(
    I hope you feel rested tomorrow and can tell us some more. When will you get the test results?

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  2. Oh Sali! I hope everything goes fine. My thoughts are with you right now sweetheart. Love you.

    Ximena

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  3. Ma puce, beaucoup de choses se passent dans ma tete, et je ne peux pas te mentir, je pleure.Pleurer n'est pas une chose honteuse, pleurer ca evacue le trop qu'on ne peut pas exprimer en paroles, ou meme en pensees. Je suis triste aussi, parce que depuis que tu es aller voir le medecin la premiere fois, j'ai vraiment cru que ca ne pouvait pas t'arriver, parce que tu es trop belle, trop douce,et des tas d'autres trop...voila,ca recommence, je pleure comme une madeleine!Je te demande pardon d'avoir esperer, mais d'un autre cote, je ne pense pas que j'aurai pu te dire que peut-etre c'etait un cancer, parce que je n'avais tout simplement pas envie de le dire.Mais ce que je peux te dire, et ce que je sais, c'est que tu vas affronter tout ca et guerir avec une force que tous ceux qui t'aiment, et on est nombreux, va multiplier. Utilise-nous, on est la. Je suis la, et tu le sais. Et est-ce que j'ai le droit de te dire merci de te confier sur ce blog? Que tu me donnes la possibilite de me sentir proche de toi. Et puis je veux aussi te dire que tu es et seras toujours belle et que c'est pas ce cancer qui va pouvoir enlever la beaute qui emane de toi. Je pense a toi et je t'embrasse fort Dani

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