Long story short, I have been having some health issues, that I have not yet had diagnosed. They suspected an autoimmune issue, but I have been unconvinced. In training for my upcoming marathon, I noticed my heart rate has been off, and I struggle to maintain endurance and speed goals that I should be surpassing, but I figured it was whatever was happening, and I now have a follow up appointment in mid June. I started having dizziness a few weeks ago, and dismissed it as the residual damage from a huge fallopian tube tumor in 2013 that nearly took my life. I also have had some other similarities to the days leading up to the discovery of this tumor, but I shook it off.
Why? Because I am obviously stupid.
So on Sunday May 22 I woke up sick, and it progressed quickly to everything exiting my body in one of two unpleasant routes, sometimes at the same time. I had 36 hours of pain and vile GI stuff, and by Monday afternoon I was back at work. Tuesday night I felt pretty good, and Wednesday was a repeat of Sunday, but with a lot of chest, back and lower right abdominal pain. I finally called the tele nurse, who instructed me to go to the emergency care unit ASAP, she was concerned I might be having a gall bladder attack. My wonderful friend who brought over groceries on Sunday so I would have the BRAT diet took control and drove me to the hospital. Long story shorter, I have a small amount of sludge in my gall bladder, but they caught a glimpse of something in the CAT scan. The ECU doctor thinks it is a softball sized ovarian tumor on my remaining ovary. The doctor I was to follow up with is trying to determine if it is that, or a bowel tumor or a couple other equally unpleasant options. Most likely, I will be going under the knife soon. Very soon.
My insurance is being a pain, and has slowed things down considerably, along with a couple of mistakes by the doctor I was referred to. I am hanging in here, but I have good days that are not the best, (weak and a bit of pain) and bad days with nausea and vomiting that come on suddenly, along with passing out. It is fantastic fun.
My perspective is, whatever this is, I will deal with it and make the best of it. Am I pissed that I am most likely now going to miss several goals that I set such as:
- Running 1,500 miles in under 12 months
- Running a full marathon this year (26.2 miles)
- Running an obstacle race in July
- Running a Spartan in the fall