So at my mother's urging I go see her internist.
At the internist's recommendation I go see a vascular surgeon.
At the vascular surgeon's request I get a leg ultrasound (almost clear!) and a CT scan.
CT scan comes back with a clear picture of my lungs (no word yet) and the IVC filter that is tilted and pressing through the wall of my Vena Cava.
At the vascular surgeon's educated recommendation I will be losing my cyborg part. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
I laugh because it's the best news I've gotten in the last six months. I cry because it's surgery and it's scary.
I do both because it's almost over.
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