This is my biggest health anxiety struggle since my first one, 6 years ago.
Mods - I posted recently but please don't merge the threads, I need support because I feel like I'm in crisis.
Summary: My physio found a moveable lump on my lower back, in a spot that's been hurting on and off for 5 years. I couldn't deal with just “monitoring” it as she advised, so I got a private ultrasound last week from a proper MSK radiologist. Ultrasound said findings were consistent with a superficial lipoma of 4.5 cm. But I couldn't rest, so I went to a private dermatologist/plastic surgeon on Friday and had it removed. Insisted that it be sent for pathology, even though that doctor assured me it was a lipoma and “would bet his mortgage on it”. Pathology won't be back for another week.
But no, in my head, I definitely have a soft tissue sarcoma. Probably an aggressive one, maybe it's even metastasised. And I've made it worse by getting it excised as a lipoma without proper surgical margins, so it's more likely to spread. I've been reading every medical research paper I can find on the subject. So I'm going to spend the next year or two in and out of surgery and chemo, and then die in my very early 40s, leaving my 4 year old daughter without a mother. Or maybe I'll hang on longer, so my daughter grows up with the shadow of my illness hanging over her until I eventually die when she's about 10, and everyone is sad but relieved that it's all over at last.
I love her so, so much but I can't bear to be near her right now, because it hurts so much to think about her being left motherless and grieving. So what if the odds are in favour of a normal, benign lipoma? Why should I be lucky? Why SHOULDN'T I be the one who suffers? It's no good trying to tell myself that I'm going to be fine, because I don't KNOW that and so there's room for the other possibility.
I feel like I'm being dangled by the throat over a steep cliff, I'm scrabbling to get my toes on solid ground but I can see the bottom, hundreds of feet below. And it's a cliff I've seen other loved ones be thrown over in the past, my dad and so many aunts and uncles who've died of cancer before reaching old age. Yes, I've had therapy. Yes, I'm on medication. But I can't get away from the cliff edge.
I'm shaking like a leaf, I can't breathe properly. Forcing myself to eat a little, clean teeth, change clothes. Thank goodness for my wonderful husband, who is picking up the slack and trying to look after me without really understanding why I'm so frightened. All I can do is hide in bed and try to calculate my survival odds. This week at work I'm supposed to give several important presentations - I just got promoted, something I've wanted for ages, so of course I'm going to get diagnosed with cancer as soon as that happens. How am I supposed to just turn up and be on top of things while my mind is in this state?
I don't know what to do. I can't breathe. I can understand why some people with health anxiety have suicidal thoughts. I don't want to die but I don't want to go through this drawn-out torture either. Please, someone, please help me.