A DATE!!!!! A DATE!!!! A SURGERY DATE!!!

A tentative date, but a date none the less!

December 2nd!

I got a call from Dr. L's office today, and I almost got scheduled for October 22nd, but again, the doctor won't be in town long enough to do my post op, and then there's Thanksgiving, so we're doing it the week after.

I should know for sure soon, in the next few days, after they talk to the doctor and hospital.

Bonus? Two short weeks of work! Thanksgiving is a short week. And I'll be able to eat! Even though I'll spend the second short week and the next week or so after in post-op pain, but it's totally worth it to put this terrible ordeal to an end!

I'm so excited that I feel a bit nauseated.

YAY!!!!!

Obsessed.

Shooting pain on the left side of my lower jaw. It's so bad that every time it zips through my jaw and up into my skull, I wince with my whole body...

The MRI went fine, as well as an excruciating 2 hours can go when you can't move and have to pee, and the tube you're laying in is being jack hammered on. I still haven't heard anything, and may not for a few more days. Fingers crossed.

Our insurance physical is coming up in 2 weeks and I'm thinking of doing a cleanse the week before to make sure I'm considered at a "healthy" weight (I'd need to lose 5lbs, so that's water weight and waste, realistically)... So I'm going to try that next week. Blah.

I'm feeling too obsessed with my body and looks right now. I'm hoping the surgery will quell those obsessions.

I also haven't had any coffee in 2 weeks. I had 2 12-oz diet cokes this weekend. One Saturday, one Sunday. I don't miss it as much as I think I do....

Happy Holidays: Or, How My Holiday Season Will Involve Blended Turkey; Or: Fuck Cancer.*

*Pick whichever title feels appropriate to you.

Well, my last appointment at Dr. S (on the 17th) didn't really bring me any better answers.

I was told "sometime in November or December" and that was really it. It was mentioned that I was supposed to have an appointment with Dr. L in October, but wasn't told to call, or that they'd call me. I have another appointment on the 6th, so we'll see what happens there. I also walked out with turquoise and purple orings. That's what I get for letting the trainee assistant pick my colors.

My jaw has been popping a lot, mostly on the right side, and that's very irritating, especially when my ears won't drain and I get dizzy...

On another note, I'm scheduled for an MRI on Thursday for my leg. 11 years ago I was diagnosed with a malignant hemangiopericytoma. The recurence rate is higher than I'd like it to be, and I haven't been tested in 3-4 years. The more time that has passed since remission, the higher the recurrence rate. Which is ironic and shitty all at the same time, because you would think that the longer you DON'T have cancer, the better off you'd be, right? Wrong.

So... I'm keeping my fingers crossed that my streak of making cancer my bitch will continue. Wish me luck.