I'm currently freaking about ( might as well just get it out in the open) my little one having liver disease (after his preschool teacher mentioned his complexion was "yellow" compared to the other children; now I can't stop checking him for "yellowness". I wish she'd kept her mouth shut. His scleras are white as snow, so I'm sure it's just from eating too many carrots).
I'm also worried about having oral cancer, after noticing an assymetry on my tongue. I have an appointment with the ENT specialist on Thursday, but I'm basically planning my funeral already.
Before this, I thought I had a liposarcoma (there was a lump in my thigh) and that my baby had Kawasaki disease ( he had fever for four days, then a viral rash). And this is just last month!
Before that, I thought he had a hernia (I saw a lump near his groin that came and went), but the specialist said no. I thought I had uterine cancer (abnormal bleeding; turned out to be a benign uterine polyp, since removed).
That was in December.
If I listed all the diseases I have thought we had, it would take all night!
What I'm saying is, I always think we have some serious illness, and I can never be happy because of it. Even when the doctor says we're fine, it doesn't ease my mind, because I simply convince myself that the doctor doesn't know what he's talking about. The internet is full of stories of misdiagnoses.
So that's where I am at right now.
And yes, I have believed in the past that I had breast, cervical, lung, brain, bowel, and many other cancers, and actually believed I was exhibiting symptoms of these.
I am such a messed up person, and it is making me so sad.
My baby sees me crying and says, "Mama, bump head?"
He can't think of any other reason I'd be crying, and his innocence makes me cry even more. I want so much to let go of this terrible fear and anxiety, and just be happy with him. He is healthy and wonderful!