February 7, 2013 started like any other. I had what I thought was a routine follow up appointment with the neurologist. I had had my MRI/MRA is October. I had not heard anything from the doctor after the scans, so I just assumed everything was good. When I had made the appointment in December, I mentioned it to his assistant that I had not gotten a report. She said she would get it to me. Never happened. (This was just one of the MANY problems I had with this woman. She sucked at her job)
So, I am sitting there talking to the Dr. about the new migraine med I started. Told him it seemed to be working well. That is when he started reviewing the scan results. That is when I heard those two life changing words…cerebral aneurysm. (Just writing this I feel like this was just yesterday). I felt the panic hit. I think I said something like, "Wait, what?'' Cerebral aneurysm. I started crying. Then I got angry. I asked why I was just hearing this. That is when ALL the color drained from his face. It hit him that I NEVER got my results. At this point it got so surreal. I see his lips moving but I am not hearing him. Up until then, the only thing I knew about aneurysms was that people died from them. (Thankfully I found this site and learned otherwise).
I alternated between crying and being angry. I heard the words surgeon and surgery. My heart sank. I wanted to throw up. I looked at the clock. I thought of my kids and how I was supposed to pick them up from school in an hour. My head is spinning. The Dr. is telling me he will schedule me to see the surgeon ASAP. I am thinking it must be really bad then. (Looking back I think he was trying to cover his ass). We walked out of the office to schedule the appointment.
At this point I am trying to reach my husband. I just remember telling him about the aneurysm and asking him to get the kids since I am in no condition to drive. I am standing there sobbing. My doctor's assistant tried to talk to me. I felt the urge to punch her in the face. I told her to get away from me. I told her I told her months ago I never got the results and now I am just hearing this. Someone else came over to console me. I got the appointment with the surgeon scheduled for that afternoon. I was finally able to drive home after about a half an hour. I found this site soon after.
February 7, 2013- The day my aneurysm journey began.
Oh, and the good news. My doctors assistant was fired.