Well, damn.
The first doc, dermatologist to check for problematic moles etc went great.
Then came the oncologist.
My latest scan showed "something". I hate that word. It's in the lower left region of the abdomen just above the groin. He poked and prodded and rubbed and squeezed, and said he wasn't terribly concerned about it...probably nothing.
I've heard that before.
Another scan in three months, "just to make sure". Which means another day and a half to two days of unearthly pain afterward from the barium agitating my pancreas.
Oh, and he wasn't done spreading sunshine. I asked about the abdominal pain. His reply was less than what I hoped for. Apparently, the pseudocyst I was informed I had a year ago...the one they damn near had to reconstruct my pancreas to resolve...the one I was told was gone...isn't. It's "significantly diminshed", but can flare up.
No shit Marcus Welby.
No treatment for it either. Might stick around six month, might stick around six years, might be here forever. Short of doing the pancreatic reconstruction, there just ain't nothin' they can do with it. So I get to endure this for who knows how long.
I'm gaining weight too. Still 30 pounds lighter than I was when all this started, but it's coming back nonetheless. Doc suggested I excercise more. I suggested he do something to make that possible and bearable. We left without punching one another, more a Herculean effort on my part than his most likely.
K, that's it. Gonna go stick my head in the oven. Later y'all.