I talked to my surgeon about the results of my MRI today. I don't know if you remember but she's kinda witty and funny but a little cocky. We definitely have more of a rapport but I've still got my skeptical-walls up.
She said, "Well, your results are in. And yes, there is a tumor, right where we felt it. It's a centimeter and a half - about the size of a small grape." I asked if it was attached to anything and if it travels into my throat, as the original outpatient surgeon had wondered. She said it's oval shaped in the parotid [salivary] gland "in and around normal tissue."
I told her I couldn't make a decision right now and I had to discuss this with my family. She said, "Sure, it's been two years, get back to me when you're ready." She again said surgery is the way to go. "Can't chemo it. Can't laser it." She wants to "go ahead and cut it out while it's still small."
This is not new information. There are no surprises here. But still, I was a little surprised. I'd heard of people living with tumors in their bodies forever without knowing about them. I had also heard of people finding masses in their brains from having MRIs done for other reasons. And if it hadn't been for that chance-MRI, they might've died within the year.
So I had to ask, "Is there anything else in my head?"
Her answer, "Nope. It's pretty empty up there."