Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Vanity can save your life

Vanity gets a bad rap most of the time. Not around here, where it's all lipstick, all the time--but amongst other, less frivolous people. But vanity has its good points. For one thing, it can save your life.

You may remember that I spent last November blathering away about working out and dieting. I mentioned heading to the gym enough to have fully cemented my reputation as a fitness freak, or at least, a dedicated wannabe.

So along comes December, and in addition to the usual holiday travel and craziness, I'm trying to continue to work out. But I notice that after prolonged periods of standing, such as washing dishes or attending cocktail parties (or decorating the Christmas tree all by myself because my family is a bunch of heathen Grinches,) I was experiencing some pain in the lower left side of my abdomen. Sitting down made it feel better, but then I'd go to the gym, and it would start up again.

I tend to have a "shut up and quit whining" attitude about physical problems, but my husband does a lot of weight lifting, and he thought it might be a hernia. So I made an appointment with my doctor to have it checked out. He didn't notice anything conclusive, so he advised me to get a CT scan. What with Christmas traveling and the facility being pretty booked up, the first appointment I could get was two weeks away. And during those two weeks of traveling and not going to the gym, the pain disappeared. Naturally, I dithered around, and debated canceling the CT scan. Because I hate going to the doctor. But my husband and son told me to go in and have it done.

Have you ever had a CT scan? It's not fun. And after drinking iodine-flavored water for a few hours and having more injected into my arm and lying on a table passing through a pale green doughnut, I was determined never to complain about anything ever again.

And of course, it turns out that I don't have a hernia.

On the other hand, they discovered a small mass on my right kidney. (Which was not where I was feeling pain, and so was completely unrelated to what brought me to the doctor's office in the first place.) So I went to a urologist who advised me to have it out. Apparently, even if they're benign, these things just keep growing and eventually, it's a problem. And of course, if it isn't benign, it needs to come out pronto. (And chances are it's not benign. But it's very treatable with an excellent cure rate! Really.)

Apparently, the vast majority of kidney tumors are discovered while they're looking for something else. In fact, according to Wikipedia, medical professionals call them "accidentalomas." 

So anyway, tomorrow I'll be at the hospital under general anesthesia (YIKES!) having a robot-assisted (COOL!) partial nephrectomy.

Which is really kind of astonishing, when you realize that if I hadn't been trying to fit into size 12 jeans, I'd be happily asymptomatic ... until I wouldn't be.

Which just goes to show you--to appropriate from that slimeball Gordon Gecko, "Vanity is good!"

So anyway, that's why I haven't been blogging. It's just hard to get excited about lipstick and such when you have surgery scheduled.

Not that I won't be bringing a ton of products to the hospital. Because of course I will.

18 comments:

Déjà Pseu said...

Oh wow, best of luck to you tomorrow. I'll hold a good thought for your test results and a speedy recovery!

Helen said...

You are one lucky woman to have had this diagnosis ~~ while everything is treatable/curable. Good luck! Yep, take a bunch of makeup with you. The best way to exit a hospital ~ looking great!

Carol said...

All the best to you, your family and your health care team which I hear includes a hilarious home health aide to help with the driving and lifting and such.

You have been in my prayers since I heard it through the grapevine.

Jennifer (Jen on the Edge) said...

Good luck tomorrow. Sending healing wishes your way.

lgaumond said...

Good luck tomorrow. I wish you the best possible outcome and a bouquet of pretty new lipsticks when it's all over!

Emily said...

Hi Poppy,
Marc M. let us know you are going to have surgery tomorrow. Best of luck! Not a time for jokes. Hang in there.
Emily C.

Amblus said...

Oh, I'm sorry! I hope it all goes well tomorrow and wish you a speedy recovery.

blackbird said...

I'll be thinking about you the whole day.

xo

Suburban Correspondent said...

You'll be the first patient to wake up in Recovery and immediately demand her lipstick!

hostess of the humble bungalow said...

Good luck tomorrow.
Let us know how you are when you can...
I have really missed you!
Hugs,
Hostess

reader said...

Glad you decided to get the scan and that your surgery is quick and your recovery even quicker. When they remove it, you will have lost more weight :)

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Good luck--and take care!

Little Bird said...

Sending you ONLY good vibes! Looking forward to this being a nothing and you being back to writing about lipstick.

alice c said...

You take care of yourself Ms. Poppy. I want reports of the most stylish patient in the whole You Ess of Ay to reach me across the Atlantic in sleepy old England.

Sarah said...

Hey Priscilla,


Best of luck!!!! You are strong and think of all the attention you will get!!!
Good thoughts and prayers I am sending to you,
Sarah

Sarah said...

Dear Priscilla,

Best of luck to you!!! In my thoughts and prayers - you are a strong ole gal!

Sarah

Paola said...

Here I was wondering where you were all this time ... and I am learnign it only AFTER it's all done. I wish you a swift recovery surrounded by lipstick, beauty cream and most of all love. From closer friends as from me and others, across the pond.

LPC said...

I so hope you are feeling OK by now.

Me, myself, and I

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