Oh, Sommer, I'm really sorry to hear that! That's hard. I've been there, kindasorta... early on in university I started noticing I was getting more out of breath climbing stairs than I remembered being, and while others initially wrote it off as nothing or asthma, eventually it was diagnosed as tissue growth in my trachea, and in the end I had to have that section of my trachea removed. I was totally like you are when the first diagnosis was made - scared about what it could be, and what might need to be done. I had a borderline-phobia about surgery, which I'd never had done before. And it was such a vital part of my anatomy they were going to be messing with. And yet, everyone in the hospital was super nice, knowledgable. The procedure was harder on my parents and family than it was on me (I was asleep! then drugged up on morphine!). And after it all, I felt a hundred times better. My airway had closed to 40% of normal (4mm or 1/8" - normal is about 10mm); I couldn't even walk and talk at the same time without becoming winded. Left untreated, presumably it'd keep growing in till I had a heart attack or something. But after, I could run! And just that amazing, wonderful feeling of being able to breath again - of being alive! - made it all worth it.Sommer Leigh wrote:In my head I know it's too soon to worry, but I'm worried! I mean, it's my heart. You only get one of them, you know? I promise I'm not throwing my personal pity party with balloons and cupcakes (well, maybe cupcakes). I just needed to vent. This is the place for venting right?
Anyway, I really hope it doesn't come to anything as serious as that for you, because it does truly suck to be sick. I hope it's nothing, or nothing serious, something they can easily treat with medication or something, and I hope you're back to your old self soon. It's good you went to get checked out, though! The earlier problems are caught, the easier they are to fix. I'll have my fingers crossed for good news for you on Friday.