by Neville86 on October 25th, 2014, 5:58 pm
I know what it's like to be absolutely terrified and misconstrue this stuff. As I said, my doc saw my spot under my tongue--the clogged duct--sent me to a specialist who he said would probably "do a biopsy." I cried, watched all these videos on oral cancer victims and could hardly get out of bed. Finally, I saw the specialist, and at that point I was already living like it was over: I was being sexually promiscuous, eating cheeseburgers and pizza like they were going out of style, drinking pretty heavily, spending all of my money, etc. I see the doc and he--an ENT in a small town--looks at it and I ask "what stage of cancer is this?" and he, like your doc, gave me an inconclusive response and sent me to another doctor, an oral surgeon. I continued to live my *beep* life, acting like a moron who was going to die in a few months or whatever i was imagining, until I saw the oral surgeon. He took one look, said, "that's benign," talking to me about books he liked to read, and sent me home with a two hundred dollar bill to pay in a few weeks.
I'm just saying: your interpretation skills are off, my friend. To you, in your anxious state, the cat in the room is a massive tiger who wants to rip your throat out. Everything it does--yawns, licks itself, purrs--is going to be misconstrued by you, the anxious fella. His meaning of the word "suspect" means to me, "I don't know, so I will run more tests." Which, is the answer most people end up getting here in varying degrees. I'm sorry your doc doesn't have a better bedside manner.