I’m 17 weeks “pregnant” – with a benign tumor, that is. I was just upgraded from carrying around a grapefruit-sized lump to one that is the size of a small cantaloupe. Like, ewww. I met with a FAB Dr. today. Tomorrow is the ultrasound. The least invasive surgery that is possible, fingers crossed, will occur within a month. Do I get a “baby shower” for this one? 🙂
I love the comparison to the quarter – just in case you needed that.
Aggressive tumor. Love it
I’m sure this one will show up on the ultrasound tomorrow!!
The obvious question that many folks want answered is, “How the heck do you walk around with a grapefruit-sized tumor and not notice that?”
1) Because of the trauma and stress from the last few years, I’m a bit plumper than I’ve ever been. And because I am tall, I can hide a virtual cantaloupe under my sweaters and mostly get by with it. If you are ever inclined to steal large fruit or silverware, call me. I’m your get-away-with-it gal.
2) I’ve had plenty symptoms of pain, fatigue and digestive issues over the years. I never thought to ask, “I wonder if there is a large tumor growing in my pelvis which would cause these symptoms I’ve been having all along anyway?”
3) No one knows how fast this little alien has been growing. But I do know that it hit a critical mass that sent me to the ER on Sunday. Last week, I took LONG walks on the beach and was fine except for the usual, inconsistent gut issues. Now the pain is ever-present and non-ignoreable.
The nice thing about being married to an engineer is that, upon request, he built me a 3D paper model of the 7″ x 5″ x 4″ beastie. Isn’t that sweeeeet? 🙂
There ya have it. Off to specialists tomorrow and Friday and very likely a close encounter with scalpels the following week.
So in good Hollywood speak, “Does this tumor make me look fat cuz I feel like I swallowed a guinea pig”.
I had mine removed and now I feel so much better!
Uh – ouch
There’s always a bad one in the bunch
Another grapefruitectomy success!
I have a grapefruit size tumor (supposedly benign) in my lower gut. Let the grapefruit jokes commence! Here are pix of some very pretty ones. I want the heart-shaped one.
Ooo – pretty!