WOMEN AGES 50+ FOR FEBRUARY 2022

I’m explain later, trying to get checked out. Will have to go somewhere else. Going home or trying to. Over 9hours here, geez

Thanks for your patience. Finally got discharged, kirby picked me up, went to the pharmacy to get pain meds picked up, got home, made a sandwich to eat, almost 8:30pm. My sis in law had referred the hospital we went to so that’s where we went. ANYWAY, the doctors physician assistant said the CTscan and ultra sound showed that i had a mass in my pelvix area. 17 centimeters, she said it was a large mass. They couldn’t tell if it was on my ovaries by the tests they took and made me an appointment to go see a “gyn-onc” doc. They asked me if i had an obgyn (no).they didn’t know if it was cancerous and asked me if i had any cancer in the family or if i had cancer before. They gave me the choice of transferring to the other hospital or go home w/pain meds and see if i could wait til Wednesday. A gym-onc is short for gynecologist oncology doc. I told them to give me double dose of pain meds and if i can take it, I’ll wait til Wednesday, and if i can’t I’ll go sooner and they will see me sooner. So won’t know anything til i go to the new doc. I’m thinking they will look inside me an may take the mass out and do a biopsy and see if its cancerous or not. There you have it.

Morning, afternoon or evening, all,

Pip - So glad you went to get seen and that they were able to give you something to keep you comfortable until you can be seen by a gyn-oc. Thinking of you while you wait, and hope the outcomes are good and you're back to running miles and miles very soon. I know Kirby and Yogi will take good care of you.

Heather - I live vicariously through you with the sparkly dresses and the cruises. Have no intentions of going, but it's always nice to see how the other half lives!

Vicki/Debbie - The weirdest of the credit card issues was the one where people used my number to pay for a pickup from a Walmart in California of about $90. I called the Walmart where they were picking it up, and told them it was a fraudulent charge. My bank had already told me I wouldn't be liable for it, it was just being a decent human being to call. The answer from them was a shrug, that there wasn't anything they could do about it.

I'm actually sitting in my office chair this morning. When I get up to make my second cup of tea, I'll be moving back to my recliner. The only way to start getting my life back is to take it back--today I've been able to sit here longer than yesterday, and tomorrow will hopefully be longer still. It sounds stupid in a world where fitness is the apparent answer to everything, to simply move from one chair to another, but am past caring.

Speaking of which, I've gained 8 pounds in 12 days. Not because my eating has changed a lot, but (I think) because my body is now actually using the calories I put in it. That's the hope anyway. I've been overeating ever since my appetite came back a year ago just to keep the weight from plummeting down again. Now it's time to find that happy medium again.

I will, no worries, but I'm so damaged mentally about my own weight that I have a hard time not swinging too far and eating so little that my recovery goes off the rails. Like eating an elephant, I'll just have to do it one bite at a time.

Love y'all,
Later,
Lisa