It's been a long time, since I posted on this site but, back when I was having severe health anxiety, this site helped me a great deal.
Well, once again, I'm hoping someone here can put my mind at ease.
I am a male in my late twenties and the last year has been quite difficult. This July will mark one year since my father passed away from pancreatic cancer. His battle was rough and took quite a toll on my mother and I. That was, unfortunately, one of those times where my worst fears about health proved to be true. The stress and mental toll were unbelievable and, trying to adjust to life without him this past year has been hard.
I am an only child and am extremely protective of my parents and losing one of them was very difficult.
As most caregivers do, my mother and I neglected to get check-ups for ourselves during Dad's 15-month cancer battle since our lives were consumed with his treatments and doctor's visits.
Shortly after his passing, we began to visit our regular doctors and take care of ourselves again.
Last year, Mom went to her Dr. and a routine urine test found traces of blood in her urine. When a second test yielded the same results her general practitioner gave her an antibiotic for a possibly UTI. After finishing the regimen she was tested again and the results came back clean.
Well, a year has gone by and a recent test once again showed traces of blood in her urine. When a second test did the same, the Dr. suggested she see a urologist. What did I do? What I always do. I googled the causes of blood in the urine and now I have myself convinced that it's bladder cancer or some other kind of cancer/horrible disease.
Couple that with some strange little growth on her wrist that she's going to the dermatologist for on Monday, I'm practically beside myself.
The fact that her GP wants her to see a specialist is scaring the life out of me. All I can think is cancer.
After the horror it inflicted on my family I've had a difficult time feeling safe or positive again. Now that this is happening it's like I'm just waiting for the hammer to drop and throw our lives into turmoil once more.
Why aren't they trying the antibiotic again? Is it because the doctor thinks it's something more serious?
I don't know what will happen if it turns out to be something very serious. I don't think I could take it.
Does anyone out there have any experience with this? Please, share some positive words (even if you have to lie).