Merry Christmas everyone.
I’ve meant to update all week. So much has been going on and it seems like it changes from one moment to the next. I was supposed to see the oncologist and neurosurgeon last Thursday but I got very very very very sick and had to go to the hospital instead. I started Zoloft to help with my anxiety and I had a very bad reaction to it. (Did I mention I had to go to the hospital?)
Anyway, it all worked out after having some fluids (and the nurse Enrique found a good vein)…and all is well now that I stopped the Zoloft. I guess it’s another medicine to help me get over this hump. I told my doctor that I give up and I finally decided it was time to start something else to help me. I had an awful panic attack last week and just knew it was time and that I needed more help. She said that starting medicine wasn’t a weak or bad thing but to me it sure feels that way. But the fact remains I need more help to get me going with this. This is my “new normal” – living with Cowden’s Syndrome. I will figure out how to do it. And I don’t have to figure out how to do it alone, that is the blessing here.
Next week I will see the two doctors and find out the results from the breast MRI and the pelvic ultrasound and I will deal with those as they come. Headaches are coming back – but I think that may be from the weather going from 80 degrees during the day to 31 at night.