I started having some pain in my lower left abdomen Saturday night (and, no, it's not a gall bladder flare up - wrong side and location). Bad enough that I stayed on prescription pain meds Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. Honestly, I didn't think that much about it until I remembered two different stories of cancer patients finding new tumors because it started to hurt and they could actually feel them. And when I called the doctor and he automatically ordered a CT scan, I started to be a little freaked out. Over the last 48 hours or so I've been convinced I feel a ginormous lump about a hundred times, and about a hundred times I've been convinced it's nothing. The pain issue is slightly complicated by the fact that my scar tissue decided to go out with a big hurray and abscessed again over the weekend, and both the scar tissue and new pain area are in the same general location.
The good news is that I didn't have any pain at all yesterday, but I'm headed to the hospital this afternoon for a CT scan, and I would definitely appreciate prayers for clean scans and for peace while we wait. I told Brian yesterday that this whole "healthy" phase I'm going through right now feels like such a fragile house of cards that could topple at any moment. I really don't want that moment to be right now.