The last line of my last entry was eerily prophetic, for risking esophageal cancer is exactly what has happened.
This morning, I went to get scoped. The experience was definitely far superior to the last time. The doctor used more spray to freeze my throat, and the instrument was bendy, so I didn't have to struggle against it. He also gave me a shot of something to make me woozy, but not enough to knock me out. It was over before I knew it, and I barely remember what happened. Wait, I remember now: air was being shot down my throat at the same time. The procedure, maybe five minutes long, was one looooooong burp. Oddly enough, it didn't smell, and there was no pain afterwards.
I was then asked to lie on a gurney for an hour. Both in the waiting room and in the...gurney room?...I was the youngest there by about 25 years. The old woman next to me emitted these long odourless bubbly farts. Maybe she had the P-scope.
At 10 am, I was told to wait in the waiting room. After about ten minutes, the doctor called me and gave me the news; it's a tumour, and he thinks that it is probably malignant. We won't know until the biopsy results come in which is as early as tomorrow, or as late as Monday. Surgery seems to be the most likely course of action at this point. I have an appointment with a surgeon tomorrow. I will get some scans to check the extent of the growth, if any, and we can make a battle plan.
By the way, this tumour is in the exact same place that my so-called ulcer was four years ago. Coincidence? I think not. The meds didn't work, so I just stopped eating meat for three years. No more pain, problem solved, right? Wrong. The doctor agreed that it could have started four years ago. In any case, although the doctor said that I did everything I was supposed to do, I can't help but think that I should have done more.
More news tomorrow.
UPDATE: By the way, there was a strange omen in the mail today. I received my new health card, with an ORGAN DONOR FORM.
UPDATE 2: 8:17 PM. I am now officially scared.
Ooof. Best wishes. Hope everything turns out well.
Wow- I certainly hope they can help you out on this one. It's amazing how targeted and non-destructive some treatments are now, I was surprised with how few side affects my dad experienced earlier this year.
Alston, I'm so sorry.
Hey,
I'm really sorry. I've got my fingers crossed for the best possible outcome and if necessary, a super skilled surgeon.
Thanks. Hopefully this will be benign, and it will hardly matter.
What is it with all these health problems these days? I hope you have better news tomorrow.
shit.
will spare you words - if you need something, call on me.
I send you ALL my positive vibes...
Yikes. That is really scary news. My fingers are crossed for you man.
Quoi?? Je n'en crois pas mes yeux... Faut vraiment qu'on se voit la. En attendant, je vais penser ࠴oi et t'envoyer des ondes positives. Lache pas.