Yobo and them kids bugged me to a point of giving in that I found myself sitting and waiting in the family doctor’s office a couple miles from home. When they finally called me in to see the doctor, he told me it’s sarcoma. What the hell is sarcoma? This is what I found on webmd.com, “A sarcoma is a rare kind of cancer that grows in connective tissue — cells that connect or support other kinds of tissue in your body.”
My family doctor told me it’s a tumor, most likely a benign tumor that can stay with me for the rest of my life. He told me to monitor it very closely and if I noticed it’s growing rapidly then I need to check back with him. In the meantime, he’s going to refer me to the general surgery department so they can take a look at it.
Went in and they ordered MRI of my thigh. The Radiology department stuck me into this scary looking, outer space craft thing that magnetically takes photos of tissues inside my thigh. It was a weird 30 or so minutes of just lying there listening to country music and hearing this pop pop pop gruhhhhh gruhhh thing going on and wondering if I am flying between pluto and mars or venus and mercury. Or they’re trying to see if one of those planets magically disappeared into my thigh and just hid there under my skin. lol
A week later, this popped up into my chart, “Impression: Large intermuscular mass anterolaterally in the left thigh with fatty components and more solid components with irregular enhancement. The pattern suggest liposarcoma.” The surgeon called me a day later and told me he’s referring me to the Seattle Cancer Care Alliance to see a specialist. This is when my worry started to creep in.
If it’s up to me, I would not have put CANCER in the name of that facility. It scared the crap out of me knowing cancer sucks. It kills a lot of people.