The Never Ending Saga of my MRI

Well, once again I'm off back to D.C. to the hospital, a bit over a week from my last visit.  I got an e-mail from my contact up there and she told me that the doc needs to see me but there was nothing to be concerned about....I told her that my husband is leaving soon for an indefinite amount of time and I most likely couldn't make it up for a month or so.   I should have known....it turns out that on my last MRI, last Thursday, there is not only one spot now, but two!  The thing is that one is so microscopic that they really aren't concerned about it, but they want to present my case to the other transplant hospital to see if there is another course or action they should be taking.  I can look at it one of two ways...as my contact said they are really just covering thier bases so that a year from now they won't look back and wonder why they didn't do anything sooner if there is a problem.  Or....I can get all worked up over it and drive myself crazy until we go tomorrow.  I'm thinking at this point that the former, rather than the latter, is the best course of action for me.  I have trusted the docs at this hospital for over a year now and there's no reason I shouldn't continue to do so.  Perhaps it's just hard with my husband leaving this coming week and knowing if there is something wrong and that I have to go back up there he won't be here to go with me.  On the good note, my mother did assure me that while he's gone she will make the drive from Ohio to here and go to D.C. with me if that's what needs to be done.  So....all this drama and stress was sure to lead to another blow-up from my husband and that happened yesterday with him ranting and raving around here like a lunatic, inventing things that I did wrong yesterday morning to make him get mad and yell at me.  Sometimes I feel like just giving up on him no matter how much he's been here for me since I got diagnosed...surely I didn't plan to get sick and I think that, all things considered, I really don't complain all that much and when I do I'm the first to reassure him that it's not his fault and he's been wonderful thru all of this.  I can't help but wonder when he'll decide to reassure me and maybe even give me a hug and tell me that everything will be ok, whether it is or not.  It's been a long time since he's really shown any kind of affection or real compassion and to be honest, that makes me feel really lonely.  Oh well....more when I hear back from the hospital I guess. Many prayers and much love to all of my wonderful DS friends....may you and yours be blessed, even if only in tiny ways

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Chelsey, I\'m so sorry to hear of this new development and the stress it is causing you both. Things will be alright.
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Oh, kick him in the nuts and give him a couple of tender spots to worry about!

The harder the better!!! :-)
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I\'m sending you a hug and saying I\'ll pray that everything is going to be alright. Ok ..not the same as from your hubby,but I tried. I go with a combination of klga AND craigchome. Perhaps everything will be alright..if you kick him in the southern region. (oh can\'t we be so bad) Hope that brought you a grin. Know that we adore you and are praying for you both. Tell him what I tell my hubby..\"Take a chill pill honey\".