She was quite TERSE.
“Walk briskly,” she bit out at me.
For a few months now, I had hardly been able to walk at all. Gradually my strength had been ebbing away. It had been odd. Started with just an itch. All over my body. Then I started to lose weight. FAST. Five stones in a few weeks!
“It’s just stress,” the doctor said.
And so, I rolled up at the Ironstone Centre to see the dermatologist. Despite hardly being able to walk, I had to climb a flight of stairs to get to her Office. Always one not to make a fuss, always one to blame myself for things, I pushed myself. HARD!
When I got to the top of the flight of stairs she was there waiting for me. The dermatologist. She’d been primed. By my doctor. It was obvious.
I started to flag, and walking was almost impossible. But she refused to see what was in front of her eyes. Or if she saw it, to believe it.
Somehow or other I managed to make it along the long corridor to her Office.
“Hold out your hands,” she spat at me.
I obeyed. She looked at them, felt one or two of the black spots that had appeared on my skin, and pronounced,
“You have prurigo. It’s just another name for itch.”
Well, We KNEW I had an itch! An interminable itch. From head to toe. Black bleeding spots all over my body. Including inside my nose, mouth, and ears! Prurigo indeed. Just a fancy name!
“Good food, and lots of fresh air and lots of walking,” she said.
Had she missed something? Had she mussed that I had hardly the strength to walk at all? Had she missed that I could not eat since food made me puke?
“I’ll prescribe you some antihistamines for the itch,” she barked out.
A few months later I was diagnosed with cancer. A blood cancer. Which is why the black spots were bleeding. And of COURSE I could not eat – I had two large tumours in my abdomen!
Who’s TERSE now? Methinjs it’s a bit more than TERSE!