Tomorrow I am having a CT scan. Yay. I am having this scan because it's clearly not normal to have headaches every day for two weeks straight. After much prodding, my doctor suggested a CT scan. Our conversation today went something like this:
Hillary: Are they doing a scan of my sinuses as well as my brain or just my brain?
Doctor: Just your brain. A CT scan of your sinuses wouldn't show much.
H: Why are you scanning my brain? What do you think they might find?
D: Well, we are essentially looking for a brain tumor...
H: (interrupting) Um, WHAT?
D: I'm not going to lie to you and tell you we're not looking for a tumor - I hope we don't find one but two weeks worth of headaches isn't normal. It could be a migraine but since your migraine medication doesn't work on your headaches - it likely isn't a migraine.
H: So what happens after the CT scan?
D: I want you to see a neurologist.
H: Does he treat cancer?
D: No but he can go over the results with you. One step at a time.
So, what's running through my head right now? CANCERCANCERCANCERCANCERCANCERCANCERCANCERCANCERCANCER.
Yeah, cancer.
Am I scared? Yes.
Am I on the brink of tears? Yes.
Do I hope to g-d it isn't cancer? HELL YES.
Do I hope they find out what's causing my headaches? Yes. I am so sick of being tested for this, that, and the other thing. I just want to know the cause so it can be treated.
For now, I will sit at work and try not to burst into tears when someone talks to me.
I'm praying. Along with praying to win the lotto - I am praying that I will be OK. At 28, the last thing I ever thought about was a brain tumor.
On the upside, the guilt trips I could give people are endless. :-)