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.
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
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
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.
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.
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!"
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.