Same Old Same Old

(I hate to tempt the fates by using that for an entry title.) Yesterday we went to Cleveland Clinic for the usual scans, labwork and appointment. Dr G met us with his usual hugs and handshakes and a beaming smile. "Your scans show the same old thing - a little bit of growth in the lung, stable in the abdomen. No sign of ascites. We'll stay on the current medications, no changes."

We were stunned - how could this be? Suspicion now turns to my thyroid, and we'll look for test results on that either today or tomorrow. If thyroid, increase Levothyroxine. If not thyroid, then what? A fluke? A cosmic joke? Whatever, I'll take it. I'm keeping the remainder of the diuretic prescription just in case - it certainly seemed to relieve the symptoms regardless of what caused the problem.

We drove home, indulging in a rare squabble on the way - seems that we were both keyed up over the potential diagnosis, and sandbagged by the results, leaving us both feeling adrift. Emotions boil over quickly in such situations. I don't think either one of us was aware of how edgy we were until the pressure was relieved. Thank goodness we can both say "I'm sorry" and relish a hug and a good cry when it's all over.