F U Cancer, You Can Suck My D.

On Tuesday I had a cystoscopy for pelvic floor issues (I have five children). It was meant as a precaution along with many other measures we were doing diagnose why I am having so many issues. A cystoscopy is when they put a camera into your bladder. It feels like a catheter and they don't have to knock you out.

Surprisingly, the Dr. found a growth that she estimates to be 1cm x 1cm. She called later that afternoon to say that the urologist that saw the images said they looked cancerous. 

 That sucked and I had a meltdown. 

I am feeling much better now.

I have an appointment on Wednesday at NIH's uro-oncology department. This is a consult and bloodwork.

They are hoping to do a biopsy (where they hope to remove the whole growth, if they're able, on 7/30. This is all extremely fast and I am very fortunate to have had some doctors pull some strings for me. I also have an appointment for a second opinion with another doctor at VHC. 

Of course, we are reeling and frightened, but hopeful. Bladder cancer when caught early is very treatable.

Thank you all for caring about me. I would love to accept any and all hugs (virtual or real) prayers to Gods or Goddesses, good vibes, and loving kindnesses sent into the universe. 

The growth is the size of a pea. He kinda looks like a blobfish and I have named him Fred. His hobbies include playing minesweeper and collecting earwax. I will fucking kill Fred dead.