I posted the blog about moving on, letting my friends and reader know I was dealing with the grief of losing my husband, and handling pretty well, I thought. Never announce your plans or you will hear the gods laugh? Well, barely two days after that I went to dentist for routine check up. I missed last year because with nursing my husband during his cancer, cleaning teeth little mattered.
They were going to do whole head x ray, just to update changes. I could tell when they didn't move on to cleaning, something was wrong. My regular dentist was off for the day, so I was going to see her new associated. They kept looking at me with sad worried eyes and saying the dentist would be there to see me in just a few minutes. Well, my regular dentist came rushing in, still in her gym clothes. They called her in to break to the news to me. I have a 8 centimeters lesion inside the front of my jaw. If I bit down wrong, I would shatter my jawbone. She personally drove me to the University hospital and stayed with me for 5 hours, why they got all doctors on board and ran the tests. The doctors kept looking at me and her, like how did I rate my personal dentist holding my hand through all this? She is just that kind of true lady. (a shout to to Dr. Winnie Boling--you won't find one better!) I finally sent her home at 5pm to feed the kids and make sure they were fine with the babysitter. Now how is that for a caring dentist? She came back and picked me up at 9pm, when all the tests were done.
They will do a biopsy on the lesion Monday. Two week wait as we wait for results to get back. Then, I will need the lesion removed, and the jaw rebuilt, as the lesion has destroyed most of my jaw, and about 7 roots of my teeth. So cut it out, rebuilt my jaw with metal plate and then finally facial reconstruction. Eazy peazy, eh?
Wish me luck....