I have lots and lots to tell you but I want to get the messy stuff out of the way. By messy, I mean something that’s going to maybe make no sense to you but will most likely make me look, well, like an alarmist. Which is something I’m not, usually. Furthermore, I’m not prone to making announcements here unless I have what I consider to be the facts to back me up. In this case, I truly thought I was sharing true and accurate information. I am happy to report that I likely jumped the gun. According to my doctor. Here’s the scenario in case you’re joining us late.
I was having some health problems and had some tests done. When I visited my doctor to get results, he read the radiology report of my chest x-ray to me which said “chronic pulmonary emphysema,” or so that’s what my brain heard. And that’s what I shared with you. And I was pretty freaked out by the time I decided to tell y’all about it. You were all wonderfully supportive and amazingly caring. Which is why I’m a little uncomfortable embarrassed telling you this.
I had pulmonary breathing tests done two Fridays ago and saw my doctor again this past Friday to go over those results. He asked me how I was doing right off and I told him I might be ok if not for the anxiety. “What are you feeling anxious about now?” he asked me. “This,” I said pointing with both hands (fingers) at my mid-section, thinking, “Geeze, did he forget already???”
“What are you talking about?” he asked me and I answered (I still choke on the word) “The emphysema. duh.” I wish you could have seen the look on his face. You know when you’ve told your kid a thousand times to wipe his feet and he’s just tracked mud the whole way across the clean floor? Was kind of like that, all incredulous-like. By now I’m totally confused and thinking he’s mistaken me for someone else. “Linda!” he yells. Yeah, yells. And shakes his head, biting his lower lip and crossing his arms while leaning back in his chair and I’m thinking There Is A Lecture Coming. Cause that’s his lecture warning thing he does. And he looks so cute when he does that. I should know, I’ve seen it enough times. His eyes are exactly the color of his blue scrubs.
To make a long story short, “signs” of emphysema and “full-blown” are not the same thing. I guess it’s sort of like you can have symptoms of cancer, as in having a mole that’s changed and irregular bowel habits and weight loss but not necessarily having cancer. Like that. Anyway… my breathing tests more or less showed things that pointed in the direction of something more like asthma than emphysema.
I’ll take it. Man, oh man, will I!
SO… I’m going to treat this as if I’ll likely have it at some point, and as Juju pointed out in the comments of that post, consider this a wake-up call. This is all I have time to write right now, but I wanted to let you know as soon as I could. You have no idea how much I appreciate all your prayers and good thoughts. I have the best blog readers in the ‘sphere. But you knew that already.