Always trust your gut.
Do you love or hate going to the doctor’s office?
For some of us, regular checkups are both welcome and cathartic, helping us keep peace of mind while keeping track of our body and its needs.
For others, the doctor’s office is a frightening or unwelcome place. After all, ignorance is bliss.
Unfortunately for some of us, any medical visit may carry a stigma exactly for the reason that it may be the first place we learn that something is wrong. Then again, there are those who didn’t need a doctor to confirm that something was the matter; they knew simply from the warning signs. These are their stories.
My mom lived. She was gardening (that kind of major cleanup after winter gardening) and experienced post-menopausal bleeding afterwards. Her doctor kept telling her she was fine. She knew something was off. Her doctor gave her a blood test and told her she did not have cancer. My mom got some kind of book on women’s health after 50, and it suggested getting an ultra sound for post-menopausal bleeding. My mom went back to the doctor to get this, and they found a large tumor. She went in for a biopsy, and they found stage 1 ovarian cancer that was localized to 1 ovary. She woke up with a hysterectomy, but she did not need any chemo. It has been over 10 years, and she’s in good health. (BigHairNJ)
I’m disgusted the doctor didn’t order an ultrasound right away. Postmenopausal bleeding is not normal and ultrasound is an excellent way to get a look. Very few contraindications and no radiation. (ultrasonicfotografic)
I woke up with a tennis-ball sized dark purple bruise on my left upper arm. No pain, no swelling. When I finally went to check, my blood work came out as catastrophic (5k thrombocytes, aka platelets – the healthy range is 150k-400k), and leukemia was suspected.
After a lot of tests, including two lovely spinal taps, it turned out I had aplastic anemia, where the bone marrow is attacked by the immune system and stops producing blood cells.
It was a relief to find I didn’t have leukemia, until I was told the mortality rate for what I had was higher.
This was about six months before my 30th birthday, and today I am 52 and fully recovered for 20 years.
EDIT: thanks for all the kind, encouraging comments, but also thanks for the many stories of people who also kicked this disease; they all make me so happy to hear. (Teaflax)
Know the Signs
When my daughter was 5 she couldn’t use scissors but could put puzzles together no problem. Also, she wasn’t remembering her teachers names by Christmas. After 2 years we finally got a diagnosis of Niemann-Pick disease. At the time the doctor told us she’ll be bedridden in 18 months and gone before she is 12. She turned 13 a couple weeks ago and still talks, eats and breathes on her own. She even has started taking a few steps again unassisted! (djtak5)