It's Not A Tumor

So who knew those words from the movie Kindergarten Cop would bring me such relief one day. But today was that day.

Back in October I was sent to a cardiologist because of heart palpitations (from what I understand this is fairly normal in pregnant women). While I was at the cardiologist they did an ultrasound of my heart. When the ultrasound was taking over 30 minutes both Lars and I knew something might be up. Sure enough when the cardiologist came in to see what was going on the tech said, "I need to show you something". Not something you want to hear when you are having someone look at your heart. I was told to come back in after the baby was born to get a better look. He told me that what they might have seen was called a myxoma but told me not to google it and that it was probably nothing.

So turns out a myxoma is a tumor on the heart. If I had it, I would have to have surgery to remove it.

So for the last two and a half months I have been dealing with the fact that I might have a tumor on my heart and that if I did I would have to have surgery to remove it. I found this out a couple days before Halloween and I remember walking with my famiy and friends trick or treating and just thinking to myself that this could not be happening to me. Then baby girl came and the fears of having this tumor became so real and scary that there were days that I would lie in my bed scared of everything (at this time I knew enough to know that a myxoma could cause a stroke or worse). Some days I would just be scared that I would have to have surgery and wouldn't be able to hold my new baby or pick up Toby or have Trey cuddle with me.

Well today I had what is called a transesophagalechocardiogram. They gave me an IV, put me out, and put a scope through my esophagus to get a better picture of my heart. They didn't see anything. When I came too the nurse was able to tell me right away that everything was clear and that they didn't find anything. Lars came in shortly after that and the Dr had already gone over everything with him.

Aaahhh sweet relief!

Now I have a sore throat and a headache, but hey I'll take that anyday! So thanks to everyone who has been thinking of me and helping me get through these last few months. Our family of friends here are fantastic and I have felt their love and I am so grateful for it as well as the love and concern that I have from mine and Lars' families.

I am also grateful for prayers. I have been asked by doctors if they can pray with me, I have been on church prayer rolls (from people of all different faiths) and I have felt that strength.

So here's to not having a tumor - now I think I will go get a milkshake because man is my throat sore...