Can't make this shit up!

I have been through hell and back in the last six weeks.  I was up late one night and like many others, I was not getting out due to COVID. I gained 15 pounds and was craving a snack at 3 am. I fought with myself by saying, you ate enough.  But the devil won, I went down to heat up some leftovers. On my way back unbeknownst to me, my ex-husband moved the leather case I put blankets in at the foot of my bed.  I hit it with my foot and let out a horrible scream.  I knew I broke yet another toe.

The next few days, even after seeing a doctor I was in excruciating pain. I am no longer young and easy to heal.   I began to have trouble breathing and throwing up. I knew I had asthma and I thought the pain from the toe was causing all my discomfort.  After visiting my pulmonary doctor he decided that I should get a chest Xray.   When I got to the outpatient imaging center, they decided I looked too bad and needed a COVID test.  I stated I took one earlier in the day and they said to return with a negative result.  I thought I was going to die.  After a night and decided to go to the emergency room.  There they tested me again and it came back negative.  They still admitted me and take the test needed.

 

During a horrible stay and being scared of catching the virus I endured several tests.  A cat scan revealed a spot on my lung,  I never smoked but I was a first responder during 9/11.  I have now been told I have lung cancer and I went to Florida to visit my son with all my kids and grands.  I was in the hospital alone for 4 days.  I have been through so many scans and tests.  I went on a plane and now I have 7 days before the nodule is removed from my lung.  I still cook and care for my family, broken toe, and all. I still worry about my readers and COVID and my life and family.  

I will post and document my time as I deal with this new challenge.