Here goes - my PCP sent me for an ultrasound last week because of some very vague, non-specific pain centered in my right side. I told her I didn't think it was much of anything, as it comes and goes and isn't really even painful as much as annoying...a type of tingling, burning sensation that pops up in various places but is definitely centered on the right side of my body. She decided she wanted to check out my gall bladder as well so off I went.
Had the US Thursday; Friday I get a call from another doctor in the practice for me to call back for the results. Not a good sign. (my doctor was out of the office).
Long story short, they discovered a 4 cm mass on my right kidney. My kidney! Could have knocked me over with a feather. Within 90 minutes of that call I was at the radiology clinic getting prepped for a CT scan with iodine. Had to drink that nasty barium sulfate right there and wait two hours, drink another one, go in for the scan, and out the door at 5:30 p.m...we closed the place down. Most fortunately my husband had already taken the day off as we had some plans (that obviously got scuttled), but I was so relieved that I didn't have to drive myself down there - not sure I could have, I was so upset.
So now the wait...the tech doing the scan was reassuring, telling me that upwards of 40% of kidney masses that she scans for are simply benign, water-filled cysts, and since I am over 50 the likelihood of me having a kidney cyst is already 50% (many of these are never found, as they cause no problems to people who have them). In addition I have none of the symptoms of kidney cancer, although it is often said that these symptoms don't appear until the cancer is somewhat advanced. So that tells me that even if it is a malignancy that perhaps it has been caught early.
The one thing that really freaked me initially was the rapidity with which they got me down there...certainly I appreciate the concern, but it does give one pause.
Now I just wait until tomorrow or perhaps Tuesday to find out more.
I was so proud that I didn't come home and gorge out; I will say, however, that when I get really, really nervous I have a tendency to lose my appetite. I was able to eat supper Friday night but didn't jump for the comfort food, so I felt good about that.
The one thing that has gone on the back burner is the exercise; Friday was a bust and yesterday I just couldn't get it together to get to the YMCA. As I write this I have three hours to get over there and I am going to head out the door as soon as I finish this post.
I was so busy with appointments last week (both for myself as well as my elderly father) that my exercise routine had already taken a hit even before this bombshell, so I was pleasantly surprised that I had lost 1.4 lbs at my weigh-in this morning. I do wonder, though, if some of that was due to the reaction I had from the barium sulfate. I was told it might constipate me, but I had the complete opposite reaction. Oh well, every cloud has a silver lining, as they say.

So...what have you done when faced with something like this? We all do...right now I'm doing okay but I am afraid of what I might do should I get really bad news. The one thing keeping me on track right now is the knowledge that I've lost over 17 lbs and the health benefits I am receiving are so important should I face a true medical crisis.
Thank you in advance for your advice.

and sending all my best in regards to your health