In February, I met with my endocrinologist, and on Tuesday I met with my urologist. These were both follow up visits to see how I’m faring following the hyperparathyroidism and onslaught of kidney stones.
Because it has been a year and a half since my parathyroidectomy and coincidental thyroid lobectomy, and because all of my tests came back normal, my endocrinologist gave me the thumbs up to start spacing out my appointments by a year instead of six months. She expects no further complications from the hyperparathyroidism or surgery—yay!
My urologist, who I still dislike a great deal, said that my left kidney is looking just fine, which means no new kidney stones! (Something I assumed would be true now that my body isn’t producing all that extra calcium.) My right kidney is of course still full of stones, as no treatments have been done regarding that kidney yet. He said that there is some “calcification in the meat,” probably a kidney stone that hasn’t made its way into the hollow of the kidney yet. It’s 7mm, which is a decent size.
But because I’m still not experiencing any discomfort, he was okay with just keeping an eye on things rather than taking an offensive approach. We scheduled my next appointment six months out, so long as I don’t experience any pain between now and then. I think I’ll take that time to find a new urologist—one who doesn’t have the personality of an angry piece of sheetrock.
I had an appointment with another specialist this week for unrelated health issues, but hopefully that will be less life-encompassing than the hyperparathyroidism turned out to be.
Onward and upward, or some such.