Started August 21, 2023. Expanded upon for weeks.
I keep looking, hoping it is gone, but it's still there.
When it first appeared, I can't be certain.
I didn't feel a sudden change.
Others didn't look at me and wonder, "Man, something just seems different about her."
Is it the same infection that keeps coming back over and over again?
Did it change at some point and turn into something more sinister?
April 1st played a cruel joke on me, hitting me with a double whammy of sinus and throat pain.
COVID? Who knows. Didn't have a fever or terrible ear ache I usually associate with COVID.
Weeks later, a trip to ambulatory for steroids and antibiotics were on my travel agenda.
Did they even look at my throat? I don't remember.
Was the patch there already? Not sure.
I think it's good to see a different doctor from time to time.
Like a parent who gets tired of hearing the same complaint over and over from her child, surely doctors were getting tired of hearing my same complaint: sinus infection and a sore throat.
Like a parent of a newborn who just grows used to getting buy on little sleep, I was just used to it and didn't think much about it.
I seem to always have a sinus infection and a sore throat.
New eyes looked and my throat, and then said, "Let me see that again."
"The white patch?" I ask.
Yes. I'll be right back. Let me grab the doctor to take a look.
Dr. comes in and says it looks like an absess.
FNP: Do I prescribe an antibiotic?
DR: No, let's save that for when her tonsils are so big and she's struggling to breath.
ME (inside voice because I have to be brave): WTF? Struggling to breath!
Time to have a specialist, an ENT, look at it.
I went home and looked at the patch. Still there. Now I'm thumbing through photos (yes, I take photos of my tonsils.) White patch there...and there. Wait, is is the same white patch they saw today or a tonsil stone? I sure don't know!
I saw the ENT, and he labeled the white patch a cyst.
He was more concerned with the red streaking down my throat. "Do you have sore throats a lot?"
ALL THE TIME.
He labeled my throat problem GERD and prescribed Protonix. Said he's see me in three months, unless the CT showed something.
What a nut! An antacid for my sore throat? I can't believe I just went to this doctor!
Fast forward 3 days, and, wait! My sore throat is gone! I can swallow again! No more choking on bites of food--an act that was just second nature to me. Healed! Hmmm, thank you, doctor, for diagnosing GERD. Who knew!
I looked at my throat, and it's still there.
Good news! CT scan didn't find a cyst or absess.
But wait, why is the doctor calling?
What? Chronic and acute sinus disease. Well, duh!
A round of prednisone and two rounds of antibiotics.
Oh, and medicine for a yeast infection about a week in.
Fun stuff.
The swelling in my sinuses went down, so I looked.
Still there.
Two weeks later, the doctor looked again; still there.
Not much worry for the throat, as he was more concerned about my sinuses.
Sinus surgery? I didn't see that coming.
But, at least I don't need a tonsillectomy, so I'm good!
Two weeks later, visiting with the allergy doctor.
She looked; still there.
"Do you smoke?"
FUCK!
I knew what that meant...the "C" word.
I shot Brian a look and caught his expression as the realization made its way into his thoughts and his hand moved to his mouth.
Brian and I listened as she shared that while the patch looks "filled," when she touched it, it didn't feel full.
I wonder why no one has touched it before to know that?
Squamous cell cancer?
Can I possibly be hearing the "C" word first?
When I imagined all the ways Brian and I might have to deal with cancer in our lifetime,
I never imagined I'd be the first to have a cancer scare.
Can we biopsy it? NO
Is there a blood test? NO
So what now?
Tonsillectomy.
FUCK!
I saw my primary, and she looked. Still there.
She notes it has changed and doesn't look like my "normal" throat infections.
Should I have a tonsillectomy?
YES!
So, here we are.
I look almost every day, and every day, it's still there.
Last week, I had a steroid shot, so my tonsils aren't as large as usual.
Surely that pesky patch is gone, too.
I looked; still there.
I've gargled with salt water.
I looked; still there.
I'm making plans for two weeks of pain.
Tonsillectomies are for kids.
They are too painful for adults.
Everyone knows that!
Yet, here I am, preparing.
I pray the recovery won't be as painful as I expect it to be. Time will tell.
I pray the surgery will be for naught. Time will tell.
Chemo? Radiation? Too scary to even entertain the thought.
So I ignore those thoughts.
I push them down into the recesses of my soul where all unspeakable thoughts reside.
But just in case, I see a doctor about removing three pesky bumps on my head.
They aren't cancer, but if my hair thins, I don't want them there.
Surely positive thinking can get me through this.
I'm not going down the "Why me?" road, because, why not me?
I'm no different that anyone else.
I don't have a lease on a cancer-free life.
Better people than me have had a cancer diagnosis already.
Worse people than me have a cleaner bill of health than I do right now.
That's life.
Yet, what caused it?
Never smoked, except for a vape pen I used a few times in June and July, well after the patch was already present.
I'll forever mentally blame it on the vape pen, even though the rational side of me knows that isn't the cause.
I don't drink much.
I eat terribly.
Sinus problems for years.
Did the sinus problem cause the tonsil problem?
Did the tonsil problem cause the sinus problem?
Are my allergies terrible, or do I simply have a sinus and tonsil problem?
I just looked.
Guess what?
It's still there.
It's one week until surgery; I can do this.
I'm psyched.
I've order every type of throat losenge recommended.
I've done my pre-surgery nesting--cleaning out the pantry and, refrigerator, and organizing everything I can.
Finished up a quilttop so I could get it off the long arm and have a new project to work on.
At work, I've written notes, talked with clients, and arranged for cover of things that will go on during my leave.
And then, the call came.
Surgery is cancelled for Sept 5th.
The doctor is needed somewhere else.
The surgeon is booked through November.
FUCK!
How can a doctor tell you you might have cancer,
Yet postpone your surgery almost three months after that conversation?
I'm praying they'll call tomorrow and tell me they have found a way to fit me in next week.
If they do,
I won't need to cancel our vacation.
I won't need to cancel things I have planned for October.
I won't need to worry every single day if the thing on my tonsil is still growing.
Is it benign or cancerous?
Should I be on an antibiotic right now?
Is it spreading?
Am I worrying for nothing?
By the way, I looked, and it's still there.
September 29
I looked, and it's not there.
Surgery is over and recovery is coming along nicely.
The tonsils and growth are long gone. Now I wait to hear the official biopsy results this afternoon.
Here's the problem, though...
I've already seen the results.
So, before heading out to get the official diagnosed, I logged back into the patient portal to see if my eyes have been deceiving me, or if I really have an official cancer diagnosis.
I looked, and it's still there.