For those of you following along at home, I have some sort of ongoing throat … issue. For a terrible week in February of this year I was diagnosed with throat cancer. (Which I don’t have, as it happens.) The last … year, more or less, has been an effort to figure out what’s wrong with my throat.
The latest throat biopsy results came in, and I have …
… da-da-daaah! …
… reactive lymphoplasmacytic infiltrate.
I recommend you don’t google it. All the results come back “sqaumous cell carcinoma,” which is the cancer diagnosis I had in February.
Which, I don’t have.
So, barring cancer, what “reactive lymphoplasmacytic infiltrate” means is “there’s weird gunk in your throat and the cells keep bursting and we don’t know why and it’s EVERYWHERE.”
That’s a thing.
The next step is go talk to a rheumatologist. I’m not sure why? Possibly because they are simply out of ideas …
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