Hello everyone - I'm a lurker! I've been lurking around since this thread started, in fact over the last 11 months I've gone from being utterly normal and boring to having a range of mad symptoms, mostly dismissed by my GP as being down to fat. Once she actually told me the reason my stomach was swollen was my fat had moved. So be careful, you could wake up tomorrow with a 6 pack and a 6 stone leg.
Anyway, my latest referral was to a rheumatologist and I went on Friday expecting more quips about my fat moving, only this guy didn't mention that, but he did get all my previous test results up and say he wasn't happy, and saw my spine x-rays which GP had said were "insignificant" and he sent me off for tests with the word "Myeloma" written on the form. So I looked it up, and lo, I have the symptoms and blood test readings over the past year for this rare form of bone cancer.
Now, I don't really believe that I have this type of cancer, or any cancer, but its been my fear as I have had such odd symptoms, and been fobbed off to within an inch of my life, no pun intended, and no one was taking me seriously, but this new consultant appeared to know exactly what I was going through. He was a shrewd cookie.
So I had the new blood and urine tests yesterday and went away to await my appointment for a bone scan - not sure if anyone is familiar with this its the one where you have radioactive dye into a vein, you have to go away and wait for 3 hours then they give you a scan in a bone scanner - its not quite like an MRI its not a tube, more like a small x-ray machine. Its part of the nuclear medicine department.
So I thought well I'll probably wait months to get that test now. But bearing in mind I walked out of his rooms 11.30am yesterday, my appointment came in the post today. I'm still calm. I am thinking to be honest there is probably not much call for it. I can imagine the bone scanner person sitting there, stirring their radioactive potion, dangling their legs off the scanner bed, looking glum, then all of a sudden my records flash up and they say Aha, get this one in and we'll fill 'er up. My appointment is for 25th June.
I am still not panicking, going to call x-ray office on Monday and ask some questions about the procedure, and sort of idly say, oh btw that was a short wait! Was the form marked "urgent" by any chance?
So that's my story. And I am now officially unlurked. sits back, gets comfy