|"It is health that is real wealth, and not pieces of gold and silver." -- Mahatma Gandhi, Indian Philosopher
Well, the road to hell is indeed paved with good intentions. The day after my last blog post, in which I detailed my plan to be a more active blogger, I received a scary report from my doctor that left me speechless for over a week. Nevertheless, I've emerged from hiding to comment (albeit briefly) on what's been going on.
My immune system appears to, once again, be slacking on the job. This is nothing new, as my medical track record had been filled with interesting incidents such as:
- Supraventricular tachycardia (SVT) beginning at 7 months old.
- Wolff-Parkinson's White Syndrome (WPW), a genetic condition that causes SVT.
- Two catheter ablations, the heart procedure that eliminates the accessory pathway common to WPW.
- Thalassemia minor, an inherited blood condition that impacts the hemoglobin.
- Arthroscopic knee surgery in college, after sustaining several tears to the cartilage.
And those are just the highlights! At 27 years old, I am often the youngest patient in my cardiologist's office when I arrive for my twice-yearly checkups. But back to my story...
I received a call from the doctor last week, and immediately knew something was wrong. Am I psychic? No. But at the appointment she had mentioned that she'd only call if something was wrong. Seeing her number light up the 'ol iPhone was enough to have me on edge. I answered the phone and was told that the lab had found some "abnormal" cells on the screening test they use to to detect premalignant and malignant (cancerous) processes in the cervix. She asked me to come in for further testing and promised to discuss the results further when I did. That appointment, dear internet, is tomorrow. Any prayers or positive thoughts would be very much appreciated.
I'll keep you posted!