So my husband has a pituitary adenoma. It sucks, and was very annoying for a few years of our lives. Once diagnosed, he started Cabergoline which seemed to help. He was supposed to get a follow-up MRI last year, but he's awful with MRIs, and didn't end up getting it until this Tuesday. Well this morning Andy calls me and doesn't sound happy, and tells me the primary care doctor's office just called.
"Andy, if you haven't spoken to your specialist about your MRI results, we suggest that you do so."
That's it. WTF is that??? Immediately my mind says "Andy, your tumor is so big your head might explode." "Andy, the tumor is eating your brain." "Andy, WTF are you thinking walking around with this monster in your head?"
All of the horrid scenarios I could think of. So I tell him "Call your urologist RIGHT NOW."
He does. Mr. Specialist is out until Tusday, so they ask if he can wait. I don't know what he actually said, but I'm sure it was something like "Are you drunk or just out of your ever-loving mind? I have a brain tumor, and you want me to wait until TUESDAY to see what it's doing in there!?"
So they left the urologist a message (yes, his urologist deals with his brain tumor. I don't ask). I received the following text from my husband moments ago:
"Dr. called and tumor has shrunk. He didn't have last MRI results to say how much. Just thought you'd like to know."
Thank you, hubs. I would indeed like to know. My thought is that asshole PCP saw a tumor and thought "Gee, that sucks, better take a look at that" instead of "Oh, this is better than the last time!" and called without looking. Asshole PCP was an asshole PCP long before this occurred, however, so I'm really not surprised. I'm glad an alien tumor from space isn't munching on my husband's skull cavity, though. Whew.
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