I went to the Dr. today… it was such a beautiful, sunny and warm day… I took the train with my husband; we walked in Montr�al and everything seemed to be perfect. Then I cried… the Dr. gave me not good news and I got scared and I cried; this is the first time I cry in front of a Dr. Not even with my psychiatrist during my worst depressions!
In 1999 I was diagnosed with Hyperprolactinemia, a disorder caused my Hypothyroidism that basically consists in very high levels of Prolactine in my blood. But that is not all… I have a tumor on my Pituitary gland and it has grown so much that the Dr. was kind of worried and even sent me for a test to the Ophtalmologist because this tumor seems to be putting some pressure in the sorrounding tissues, including some optical fibers and that means my visual field might be a little impaired. Sounds bad, eh?
The tumor is suppossed to be a benign thing, but sure it’s scary and because of its size the Dr. even mentioned surgery! I will go for another Magnetic Resonance and I hope medication will be enough… I’m scared, really scared… and now I feel guilty because I know I should’ve done something before and I didn’t…