Dan started coughing in January.
He coughed through January and into February.
One morning, I came downstairs to find him asleep on the couch. I gently kissed him.
He said, “I coughed so hard last night, I passed out and hit my head on the kitchen floor.”
“Great,” I said. “Will you go see a doctor now?”
He went to see a doctor. If MedExpress counts as a doctor.
He was diagnosed with bronchitis, and given cough syrup, a z-pack, and prednisone.
He took all his prescribed medications, and kept right on coughing.
Finally, he went to go see his PCP. They did a chest X-ray. “It doesn’t look like pneumonia,” they said. “Maybe it’s post viral cough syndrome.”
They gave him an inhaler.
A few days later, they called him back. “We found a cloudy spot on the X-ray. You need to get a CT.”
He went to get a CT scan.
This is probably when I started asking for prayers and good vibes for health on Twitter. I didn’t want to be too specific. We didn’t know what we were looking at. It’s easy to assume the worst — I am especially skilled at that — but also pointless.
The CT scan found a small, solid mass in his lung.
Which is a terrifying sentence.
They ordered blood tests as well.
The mass is “teeny-tiny,” his doctor’s actual words. It is 2.5 millimeters, which truly is teeny-tiny.
But still, when it’s in your lung or in your husband’s lung, it sounds scary.
The current diagnosis, which came in yesterday, is a pulmonary nodule. It is likely to be benign, because pulmonary nodules are usually benign.
Dan has another scan scheduled for May.
We have a few questions we still have to clear up (risks, prevention, treatment, evaluation), but for now the news is benign.
Thank you all for your good thoughts and prayers. They were comforting in a scary time.
Dan (and my children) is absolutely my life. I know that if worse came to worst, I could probably survive. But it’s also good to know that at this point, I don’t have to test that theory.