Eric Newman75 said:... I'm heading in this Tuesday for a CT scan of my nasal cavity and neck. Honestly, I'm not worried about that part; I have a good feeling the results will be fine. Once they come back, I need to see the ENT specialists for a physical exam. What really puts my mind at ease is that the team over at the Cancer Clinic mentioned that most things are caught during these hands-on exams, so I actually find comfort in them checking everything by hand....
I really hope all your tests went smoothly. 👍
It brings back a memory from maybe ten or more years ago. I was at an appointment with my doctor—I think it was just for a cold or something minor like that—when she reached out and felt an enlarged lymph node on my neck. She asked how long it had been there, and I told her I had no clue, I hadn't even noticed it myself. She told me it probably wasn't anything serious, but she wanted to write me a referral just to be sure. So, I agreed, asking what the next step would be, and she mentioned they'd likely do a small biopsy.
Well... I have to admit, I started getting pretty anxious. I got home and started to Google it, and man, the internet is a scary place. 😲 It basically confirmed what I was already dreading deep down—there were really only two ways this could go:
-1. It’s nothing at all, just a completely insignificant swelling of the lymph node.
-2. It's a malignant process.
As I kept searching, I stumbled upon some statistical data suggesting that people with malignant lymph nodes in their neck live, on average, only about 11 months longer. 😵
So, I decided right then and there that I wasn't going to do the biopsy (which I definitely don't recommend for anyone else on here). If it was nothing, I was just wasting my time; if I was seriously ill, wouldn't it be better to spend as much of those remaining 11 months as possible living healthy and blissfully unaware?
To soothe my conscience, I thought of that famous saying by Bob Rock: "Better to live 100 years as a rich man than 7 days as a pauper."
About a month later, my doctor called my cell phone—she's usually incredibly caring and easy to talk to—and once I explained my reasoning, we both just ended up laughing about it together. 😁