Today I went in for an “emergency” doctors appointment. You know, that kind where it’s “probably nothing but just in case”. I walked in expecting a “nothing to worry about” skin thing, instructions on how to clear it up and be on my merry way. I walked out with an appointment for a biopsy and the words “ruling out cancer” in the back of my mind. I have an actual physical scheduled for next week but when I shot my doc an email with some odd symptoms I’ve been having I assumed she would reassure me and say we would talk about it at my appointment. What I got instead was “it’s most likely nothing but I’d rather see you sooner then later”. So I made an appointment and now I am sufficiently terrified. Of course I had already googled and webmd’d my symptoms and knew that the big “C” was a far off possibility. However, I tend to be just a little bit of an alarmist and my doctor knows this and embraces it. Today I played it cool and said nothing about my fears, just that it was annoying and probably eczema right? I trust my doctor implicitly. She accepts and welcomes my resistance to prescription meds, my preference for holistic options when acceptable and puts my mind at ease without making me feel crazy when I have over thought something. She understands my body image issues and while I haven’t explicitly come out as transgender to her, I feel she gets it and she has always treated me with the utmost respect. Today she said the words “I don’t want to freak you out but”. There were references to my age being in my favor and the likelihood that it was anything was extremely low. She made a decision to go straight for a biopsy rather than a mammogram. And then she said three words that caused me to physically catch my breath. Inflammatory Breast Cancer. No maam! That is not an option in my life and let me list the reasons why.
1. I have a family. I don’t have time to be sick. Let me expound on that. I have spent enough of my childrens’ lives and my marriage ill. Between my mental illness and a myriad of physical stuff over the years, I am finally in a place where I can enjoy my life and now you want to throw this at me? I understand that it’s only a possibility at this point and not a diagnosis but no thank you.
2. I start classes in 3 weeks. I have spent 37 years trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up and I finally figured it out. I don’t have time for extra stress ya see?
3. I’m not really supposed to have these things anyways. As a transgender man, every time I am forced to acknowledge the rather large tubes of obnoxious skin and tissue hanging off of my chest it reminds me of what I used to be and brings up old feelings and issues. The fact that they could be causing my current symptoms and may cause me to ultimately fight for my life feels like the ultimate betrayal. (I know, I know, dramatic much?)
4. Did I mention that I do NOT have time to be sick. No more explanation needed.
So you would think by now that someone has told me I am dying and my logical brain knows that is not true. The next two weeks are going to be a roller coaster of emotions and I feel that by putting things down and expelling them from this diseased mind of mine, along with what coincidentally is my 30 days of meditation, I can keep the hysteria to a minimum. So I thank you for listening to my ramble and now here are the facts. My left appendage (we don’t use the b word) has been itching pretty intensively for several months. There is redness and puffiness that comes and goes and tenderness to touch that doesn’t go away. The nipple area has been dry and cracking even with continued use of vitamin E and lotion. A couple of weeks ago I noticed a dry patch near the nipple that feels like leather a little larger than the size of a pencil eraser. Some noticeable weight loss, extreme fatigue (out of the normal. I’m usually tired but this is excessive even for me), recurring illnesses, (colds, gastro infections, sinus infection etc. also out of the norm). The wife noticed the itching one night and we agreed I would email the doctor who promptly told me to come in asap. Which leads us to today. I was advised that while she would be surprised if it was anything serious because of my age, she wanted to have further testing done to rule out Inflammatory Breast Cancer. I will be having a biopsy done on April 9th and then of course 2-5 days for the pathology report to come back. And there you have it. I will check back in as I feel like I need to and keep everyone posted. I treated myself to a chocolate covered strawberry frappe from McDonalds which is one of the few things I can stand from that place. Now, here is a picture of my sad face today.