I didn’t do my research. Inexplicably. But you had to be there. My ex husband had died of small cell 3 weeks prior and all I could think was to quickly and quietly take care of this so they’d never have to know. I have a nurse friend who took me there and brought me home and I told my grown Kids I was doing a girls trip. I figured 10 days and I’d be able to sneak back home and claim a cold or something.

Frankly, no one expected it to be malignant and the model spit out a liklihood of 23%. H told me he would take a small wedge with the nodule and send to pathology for the answer. He did also say that if it were malignant he would take the entire lobe but he had already prepped me that the odds were 3:1 against that outcome and I had no idea what a lobectomy implied really. He said the other lobe and right lung would pick up the slack ( I’m calling BS on that by the way.)
Because I had done no research in my misguided haste, I had no understanding of other options.

Without a doubt the period between diagnosis to recovery was a brain dead, full-out stupid event.