Crying... well cried out at the moment. Been up all night. I about fell this evening and I am in excruciating pain... and VERY sad.
Yesterday was Dr. day. I went to my Endo to see what she could tell me on my hips. She referred me to her autoimmune disease specialist (My Endo's office specializes in virtually EVERY thing you can imagine) and I had a great visit with her. She poke me. Pushed all over. Wiggled. Twisted. Bent. Anything she could do to torture me, she did it. She looked at my body/skin conditions. Reviewed EVERY medicine I take and have taken in the past 5 or so years. We discussed family history. Living conditions. Eating habits. Daily schedules... Everything you can think of and then sent me off for labs and x-rays. She said that she would be getting back with me as soon as I got the tests done and labs came back. Well, I was already hurting, dressed and out, so I decided to go right then and get them out of the way. By noon, I was finished with it all. Then the reports started coming in and they didn't look good (I can access my medical charts online and it is awesome sometimes). I come from a medical background and I didn't like what I was seeing. It is confirming what I was afraid of... Rheumatoid Arthritis.
Now, some will say that it is no big deal, and I do hope so, I really do, but this is what started my dad on his downward spiral. He developed RA several years ago and did ok with it for a couple of years. One day, he started complaining about back pain and went in for a checkup with his RA doc, who sent him in for blood work. They discovered Lymphoma that day. Stage 4. He started chemo by the end of the week. After the first round, they tested him and his cancer was in full remission... After being off of most of his meds for a while (chemo doesn't mix well with others) they finally started to ease him back onto his normal meds. Everything was great and then he started his RA medication again. 3 months later, Lymphoma again. Started chemo again, but this time it didn't touch it. This time his body added small cell lung cancer to the mix... same thing his dad died from. 2 months later, dad died. Dad was 70... I am 46. I am scared ->-bleeped-<-less.
My dreams and desires are dashed at the moment. My new AI doc charted that she is going to refer me to an RA specialist and will contact me today about it (the bad part of being able to see my charts online) and discuss what is going on. I already know what the first thing that is going to happen... I am going to have to end my HRT. There are a lot of studies out about HRT (in menopausal women) and RA and the negative effects of estrogen therapy in controlling RA. I am heart broken but at the same time, I want to live. I have waited a lifetime to come out and a lifetime to begin my journey towards becoming the woman that I really am... and now it is being taken from me.
I haven't slept much since yesterday morning when I got up for my doctors appointment... maybe 3 hours, 4 tops. I lay in bed, hurting, and think about all of this and want to just wake up and it all be a bad dream. I am getting ready to take my morning meds and one of them is a valium, maybe I'll get some sleep then. Maybe not.