A few months ago, I wound up in the ER with chest pains. I swear I was having a heart attack. After an overnight stay at the hospital, never-ending tests & becoming a human pin cushion it was determined that I was merely suffering from GERD – gastroesophageal reflux disease. Basically, heart burn w/ a charley horse cramp in your esophagus. No biggie, right? Take some Tums & call it a day.
I'll admit, that's been all I've needed to do. Every so often I'll have a slight flair up. I'll take Prilosec for a few days & then it's better. Except for the past few days. Maybe it's stress, maybe I'm not eating right. Who knows.... all I know is that I have been having an attack for the past 4 days – mornings & evenings.
Like every other stubborn PITA in the world, I finally called and made an appointment. Not sure what I was thinking, but it certainly didn't involve blood work & specialists. However, as I'm walking out of my appointment today, I start to really digest what the doctor has told me.
Now, I know this is all routine and I am quite certain there is NOTHING wrong, but hearing the words 'esophageal cancer' scared the poop out of me! I am NOT diagnosed with it!!!! Please know that. I am simply going to a specialist so that they can do a scope & rule it out – along with Barrett's syndrome.
The word cancer really freaks you out. I mean, wouldn't it freak you out? You start thinking of treatments & hair loss, feeling sick & survival rates. Of course, I'm Googling the heck out of it.
In my heart of hearts, I know that all is well. This testing is just a precaution. God is with me no matter what the outcome and it's all in His control. That thought helps ease the fear a little bit.... but I am human with an active imagination.
For now, I am praying that God gives me the patience until I get the official diagnosis, the peace of knowing that He is with me every step of the way.
In the meantime, I also have to go to an allergist to find out what could have caused my anaphylactic back in April while on vacation. I'll be armed with an Epipen & Benedryl for now. Then it's off to another specialist to find out what I'm allergic to. Talk about becoming a human pin cushion!!
In other news, in just 6 short days, Chelsea will turn 11. I can't believe it! She's growing up so fast, right before my eyes, but I'm loving every minute of it. It's SO much fun to see her personality develop more & more - seeing a little of me, a little of Craig & even a little bit of my sister, Christa.
I'm off to finish working...... (shh)