We were just referred to an urologist, when I say we I mean my husband, to discuss the death of his kidney and what they were going to do to remedy the problem of his high blood pressure. Now with our history of cancer I should warn you I get very worried and stressed every time we have any health issues because I automatically think cancer and this was no different.
We walk into the room and my husband goes and gets his weight, blood pressure and temperature while they have me wait in a treatment room. Now I am a very squeamish person so picture this I am sitting in this room that has a doctors examine table with stirrups on it, there was a long tube attached to a camera already lubed and ready to go. I began to panic I was thinking to myself what the heck are they going to do to my husband?
I did do a lot of web searches to find out about kidneys dying and what the treatments for that were and I am pretty sure a scope going up you know where was not in any of the literature I had read. This room was not even for a procedure on me and I was getting the clammy palms and nervous flutters in my stomach. When my husband walked into the room he sat down and then looked straight ahead at the camera attached to the long tube all covered in lube goo and all the color left his face.
He is like no way, uh uh are they sticking that up there while I am awake and right here nope I am out of here. Because honestly I love my husband but there is not enough money in the world to make me sit in that room in the position I was in looking right at the stirrups while he had anything done. It was just not going to happen. Well apparently the nurse looked over and saw the panicked look on our faces and came over and said “Oh this is not for you this was just the only room that we had open”. With that the color came back into our faces, my palms were dry and the flutters in my tummy went away.
All this before the surgeon even walked in.