Now it can be told, my test results are negative….for any form of cancer.
I had a bit of a health scare a month before Christmas.
I visited my doctor for a routine check. I had a bit of a bleeding problem which was mostly attributed to my hormones going out of whack. That was cleared quickly but because of my age…..shhhhhh…..my doctor decided that a complete round of tests should be done. Just to get any doubts out of the way.
So I did some blood tests which came out ok. Excellent, actually. My doctor, knowing my current state of no-diet and no-exercise, was wondering how and why I got such good results. I suppose genetics played a major part there. However, my mammogram wasn’t as good. There were some suspicious spots that showed up and the radiologist suggested an ultrasound to check. I consulted with my doctor and she told me not to worry because unusual spots sometimes show up on mammmograms depending on the time of the menstrual cycle. Despite that reassurance, I was shit scared.
There is no history of breast cancer in the family but cancer definitely runs in the family. So with my request in hand, I trooped to the hospital for my ultrasound. I had it done and I waited for 2 days for the results. And those were the longest 2 days I have had to endure in a long time. All of a sudden I started imagining that I was feeling something. Then I convinced myself that something was really wrong and I prepared myself for the “inevitable.”
When the appointed day arrived, my husband volunteered to pick up my results for me so I wouldn’t have to make the trip all the way to Makati. A little after lunch he texted, “Honey, you can keep your boobies.”