Thursday, December 8, 2016

Bi-Annual Check-Ups.....STILL!

Hi everyone! I know it's been nearly a year since I last posted and in that time frame, I've had two check-ups.  With moving to a new state, I needed to find a new oncologist.  Thankfully my cousin had valuable insight regarding gynecological oncologists here in Idaho and I was able to connect with Dr. Z.  After having all male doctors during my cancer journey, it has been refreshing to finally have a female doctor.  Don't get me wrong, I valued the insight and expertise of all of my doctors, and felt it was time to have a female physician work with me on the long haul.  That's what all of this is.  The reality of it hit me right between the...well legs, today.  I'll explain.
Due to some scheduling issues I ended up not having to drive to Salt Lake, which I had done the last two appointments I had with Dr. Z.  She was up here in my neck of the woods today, and so bright and early this morning found me in the shower preparing to do battle with the dreaded duck once more.
As I drove towards my appointment a feeling of anxiousness had me sliding back into the numb-zone where I tune out until the visit is over.  The thought of one more pair of stirrups, one more probe (frontal and rear) was just one too many.  Ginormous Q-tips, multiple solutions to help see scarring and possible problem areas.  How much can one tiny orifice really go through in this lifetime?
I got there early enough that I could sit in the winter sunshine and read, which helps me to relax. When it finally came time to stop my stalling, in I went and the staff was lovely.  Everyone greeted me with a smile and warmth.  The feeling of peace that you find in most cancer centers quickly overtakes the anxiety and after checking in, I sat in the waiting room and just existed for a bit.  I had brought along Christmas lists in order to multi-task, but found myself just wanting to be- and so I did, I just was.
After a short wait I was brought back to the exam room.  One of the reasons why I like Dr. Z is she has the exam "chairs" that start out like a large chair with an extended back on it.  The stirrups are tucked away which helps slightly.  Her nurse came in and got all my updated information, we discussed my failed colonoscopy (the doctors found nothing but the bleeding continues), and other various procedures from the year.  I was asked to change from the bottom down, given a white sheet and out she went.
I quickly changed, assumed the position of the patient with no pants, and waited.  Waited. Then waited some more.  I don't mind waiting in exam rooms anymore.  I used to.  It used to make me really irritated, but after going through everything that comes after the waiting.....I'm more than happy to wait.
Dr. Z walked in with her bright smile and extended hand, which I shook and then we chatted for a bit. It's nice to speak with her, because I feel like she listens.  Her brows furrowed when we talked about what wasn't on the colonoscopy she had ordered.  They raised when I told her about continued issues, She told me by abnormal pap was due most likely to radiation issues still, and then it was down to business.  Assuming the standard position, I slid my rear as far to the edge as I thought prudent (and after 4 years of doing this on a regular basis, I'm still a bit leery about going to far, for fear I should end up like Tom Cruise hanging on the cliff like in Mission Impossible) and still I was 2 inches short of the desired spot.  Sliding a bit more, the stirrups then came out.  Luckily I wore my Christmas socks and their stirrups are always warm.  Once I was where there was no turning back, Dr. Z brought out a new gadget.
My first response was "It's Johnny 5 from Short Circuit!" This may date me, but it really is what it looked like.  She told me the name of the gizmo which I cannot for the life of me remember, but it magnifies everything that she sees when she does her exam with the duck.  The duck came out, was warmed, inserted, and looking through the goggles she got down to business.  The first solution burned, the second one stung, and finally she stopped.  She got a bit of a scowl on her face, and told me I wasn't doing a good job of stretching out the scar tissue at the top of my vaginal canal.  She asked me why it wasn't broken yet, I told her simply "I"m lazy and choose life rather than dealing with it." This didn't earn me any brownie points, but she said she understood.
Then it was time for the dreaded rectal exam.  Yuck! Double Yuck!! I instantly started to shake and draw my knees together which is a naughty no-no during these exams.
"I'd rather we didn't do that," I whispered with my eyes shut.
"I need to, because I can't see from the one side, I need to try and figure it out from the other." I peeked slightly and saw her discomfort as well.
"Okay." I closed my eyes and when contact was made began to cry, but I didn't make a sound.  She stopped immediately and said that she wasn't willing to traumatize me further.  Hallelujah!! Miracles do happen!! There are so many issues right now with that area of my bod, that I don't even know where to begin.  Her stopping felt like Christmas morning to me.
In short my friends, I am still on the twice per year schedule, which is a bit frustrating, but hey-I'm here.  Also, I long for the day that this isn't a part of my life anymore and find peace with not having to think about it more than twice every year.  Lastly, I could be more diligent with the dilater, but I have other things I want to do.  Yes- I'll try to do better, because the alternative is having them surgically go in and cut it open, which has some serious drawbacks and doesn't guarantee that it won't heal shut again.....
Thanks for checking in on me.  I appreciate the continued support and love that I've felt through every step of this wonky journey! Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and may your New Year be filled with wonderful opportunities!
Always,
Kami

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