I am not a doctor. Lemme get that one out there immediately.
But I had what I thought for the longest time was just a zit on my neck. My BF, who has had medical training (for when he was on long sailing races, etc), tried to lance it after I complained it had been there for a month. It didn’t help. Then my lymph node on the left side (same side as the "zit) became swollen like a golf ball. THAT he made me go see the doctor for.
I did not connect the two at all. I thought it was a blasted ZIT. Okay, this doc tells me it’s probably a cyst, and the node is most likely trying to fight of the infection around the zit. He sends me to an ENT specialist in Oakland (I am in SF), and the specialist, Dr. Lweis, thinks, yeah, it’s most likely a cyst, but he feels it should come out, or the possibility of it recurring would be good.
So I go to his office, he excises the cyst, we chat through the whole procedure. I like this guy a lot. Very calming, asking me every few minutes “Are you all right, am I hurting you, do you feel woozy at all…” I was fine, and was thinking - hell, after all the dental problems I’ve had, this is nothing. (Dental problems, different thread, most likely PIT bound.)
So, on Tuesday the 1, I head to his office to get the stitches out, Even I can tell what a fantastic job he has done - the skin is mending very well, there will be barely a scar once it’s all healed. He was careful to make the incision in a natural fold of the neck so you’d barely see it once it was fully healed.
So, I am sitting in his office waiting - for 45 minutes. But hey, it’s just stitches and I am reading the new Michael Chrichton (you know the one - where he tries to debunk global warning and all other environmental woes). Finally, Dr. Lewis comes in and sits down and smiles at me with his warm, generous smile. The smile that reassures me, because I know he’s studied at the Sorbonne in his youth, he’s spent a year in India doing relief work, and the week before I saw him, he was on a mission to the Phillipines for a week doing charitable medical work. He’s a fantastic, interesting fellow.
He gets on his little backless stool and scooters around the room, and approaches me sitting in the big medical chair and says, “Hi there.” I smile in return. I tell him Dr. Hebrard (doc who referred me to Lewis) thought he had done fantastic work and that the healing was excellent. He smiled in a genuinely modest way, and looked me straight in the eye - I love that about this guy - he is HUGE on eye contact, and said, “Well, it turned out to not a cyst after all. It was a tumor.”
Cut to Inky falling through the floor on an express elevator to hell. Well, that’s an overstatement, because I think I was in too much shock. When I am in shock, I smile, nod my head a lot like I am agreeing with him, and am very pleasant. You could ask me for anything when I am in shock, and I’d most likely agree to it. You get the idea.
Well, he was reassuring and said a lot of things that I confess I didn’t hear. But I DID hear him say that he wanted to biopsy the lymph node under my chin, as a precautionary measure. Now, Inky’s BF did not come to the stitch-removal appointment because it was supposed to be just stitch-removal. But BF DID most certainly come to the next appointment because he knows how I get when I am freaked out.
So, the questions were asked - it’s squamous cell carcinoma, which usually forms in cells that have been burned (like in a fire or something) in the past. Not me. Or it forms in scar tissue. Not me. Or in overexposure to the sun with bad burns. Not me.
It seems that the pathology report on the tumor said it was a good excision because there were normal cells all around the tumor, leading them to believe that they got it all.
However, the lymph nodes are of concern. So he stuck me with a needle seventeen thousand times without anesthesia (for some reason, a local anesthesia would cause the node to change shape, and he didn’t want that). He got a great random sampling of cells - I know cause I wanted to slap him, this doc that I adore.
Best case scenario, they may go back into the initial incision and remove a little more tissue around the area to make sure that the margins were large enough. Worst case, they would either remove all lymph nodes on the left side of my neck, requiring a night in the hospital and general anesthesia. Or radiation. They doubt they would have to do radiation AND the operation, but Dr. Lewis wanted to put it out there as a possibility.
Ao after my sob story here (and I apologize for the length), I was wondering if anyone had any experience with Squamous Cell Carcinoma, it’s recurrences, treatments, and any other pertinent experiences.
I am not looking for doctor-type information, unless it is pertinent to your comments. My doc seems to be a good guy. I am just looking for additional information from fellow Dopers. Will you guys be my friends while I am in this personal pity-party?
Inky
Sorry, I know I am being self-concerned right now, but I only found out on Tuesday, and I am still feeling a little “ME” about it.