Slacking / Endocrinologist

Sorry for slacking on the recent posts.
I've been so busy and I had my Dr. appointment yesterday with the Endocrinologist.

I liked her well enough, I guess. She didn't have much hope in her eyes for me though.

I sensed something from her, I don't know how to word it, and I don't want to.

Backtracking... At Easter I was discussing some of my symptoms with my mother-in-law. She is trying to recover from colorectal cancer. She urged me to demand a colonoscopy when I met with the GI Specialist.

If you read the previous post than you know that the GI Specialist refused to do anything without permission from the Endocrinologist.

So my mother-in-law told me to demand that the Endocrinologist give me a referral for a colonoscopy. Apparently my symptoms are very similar to what hers were when she was finally diagnosed with the colon cancer.

Also, the scale at the GI Specialist office must have been way off after I tripped on it, because when they weighed me at the Endocrinologist office, I weighed 293. EEK! It is more believable though, by the looks and feel of myself.

The Endocrinologist pretty much said that I can't have that done right now. If something were to get ruptured during one of the procedures, they wouldn't know how to stabilize me. They need to get more blood work done on me to find out where all my hormone levels are, etc. Not only could I go into shock during any kind of procedure, but worse case scenario, I could die. So, I'm not allowed to have any surgeries at this time.

She gave me a prescription for a pill to take at night time and then go to have my blood drawn first thing in the morning (fasting as well). I did that last night/ this morning. You know, when I got to the lab, there was an Endocrinologist right next door, and that lab is only a few blocks away too. Too bad. Although I do like my Endocrinologist so far.

She said she'd call me in to schedule an appointment when she got the results back. She will also share the information with my referring Physician and the GI Specialist.

She asked a bunch of questions, drew a bunch of charts for me, listened to and answered my questions, etc. It went well.

She listened to me breathing, just as the GI Dr. did the day before. Then she had me lay down. She poked around my abdomen, just as the GI Dr. did the day before. Except that she said "You have a hernia."

Great... Yet another thing that I will need yet another surgery for, that I can't get taken care of right now.

As I was leaving her office, she was walking with me to the check-out desk, I asked her "I'm a pretty much a goner if I don't get this tumor removed soon? Am I going to die?"

She replied "You're not going to die, we're just not even going to think about that right now." As if my question was not funny, and as if it is very likely, not that she would outright say it.

So what it all boils down to at this moment is a waiting game.
Wait for the blood test results to come back.
Wait for her to schedule my next appointment with her.
See where we go from here.
And, I also have a hernia!