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 X-ray. 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, COVID, my life, and family.
I will post and document my time as I deal with this new challenge.