I had my right foot and lower leg swell and it was so painful I could not walk on it without sweating. It swelled in a funny way, with the toes swelling, then the foot, and then it swelled at the ankle. I thought that I might have a stress fracture, or it could be connected to my immune problems of late. My doctor is an internal medicine guy but their practice had added this newly Boarded Family practice guy. He looked at it, and I explained it was always warm, had a pulse, but had this horrible pitting edema, and how it had swelled in a strange way, somewhat like the Michelin man, with demarcations and almost like layers of inner tubes. Icing it in various places all night, elevated had brought the swelling down. I am rather heavy, so it is difficult to say whether it could be a blood clot, but he looked at me and asked if I had ever had cancer, and I told him yes, I had, a melanoma on the other side buttock. I had considered that this could be lymphedema from a malignancy, on my own, perhaps a lymphoma. I am currently on IV IG's because of repeated infections and test results which were horribly low, and I specifically asked my internist, at a previous visit about the possibility of it being a lymphoma, and he doubted it, as did my FM doctor, but I think the guy could be right. Back to the regular doc on Tuesday, and I am going to demand an MRI, Cat Scan, Pet Scan, whatever and everything scan, as I have complained of abdominal pain for the last six weeks, as well, and it was sort of shrugged off. As a former CRNA, and Advanced Nurse Practitioner, I am pretty pro-active, but to tell you the truth, I am to the point where getting out of bed is exhausting, I have to dangle for a while before standing up, and even going to the doctor drains me. My scooter is really getting a workout, and I have to sit to do any chore, and showering and getting dressed requires half an hour or an hour of rest. My husband isn't too happy about being a nurse, and HE IS A LOUSEY ONE. I asked him to get me an ice pack and he brought it in and SLAMMED IT ONTO THAT PAINFUL FOOT. This is the man who had his wisdom teeth extracted and took every last one of a ten day supply of VICODIN FOR HAVING HIS TEETH EXCISED. I just picked up the script and had it home before I realized the doc had given him that much, and he took them every eight hours for TEN DAYS. I worked with the doc, and I guess he didn't want me to have a whining husband. When I had mine out, I took Tylenol. I don't think any of the doctors really appreciated how bad I really felt, until I told them that I wanted to find a really good nursing home or a hospice. Both said, don't tease, and I looked them in the eye and SAID, I AM NOT TEASING. I need to be in a nursing home to get some care. Then, and only then, did they realize how really badly I feel. After all, really bad care is better than no care. Were it not for the fact that my mother is still alive and she was crushed when she lost her sister not a year ago, and it would really be a great loss for her, I really would not fight anything at this point. I am no quitter, believe me, but between the FM, my spine being decimated, being unable to even take care of myself, and being so tired, so much in pain, and being so useless, this isn't really living.