Deena, I'm sorry you still need the muscle relaxants. Never feel bad about taking medicine you need.
Jars, my mother does that to me all the time. Just last week she said, "Well, Bernie's surgery (Bernie is my cousin) has been moved from Friday to Monday" and I'm going, "What surgery?" I didn't know about the kidney stones, much less the surgery. I'd say it's because she's almost 80, but she's done that for years.
Hodgkin's is very treatable and I'm hoping for the best possible outcome for your friend.
Jars, my mother does that to me all the time.
Mine too. Like when my aunt had a mastectomy a month before Christmas. That one was especially fun.
Thanks for the good wishes. I guess there's not much I can do, except hope for the best.
Like when my aunt had a mastectomy a month before Christmas.
Or like when my mother thought she had breast cancer and it wasn't until after the biopsy that she told me? Though she told my sister, and my best friend.
Ah, mothers.
Or like when my mother thought she had breast cancer and it wasn't until after the biopsy that she told me? Though she told my sister, and my best friend.
Oh, lord, I sometimes think it's just MY mother who does this. Thank goodness it's not. "Oh, that pain I was worried about wasn't ovarian cancer, it was just scar tissue." "WHAT?? You never mentioned pain and testing for ovarian cancer?" "I didn't? It must have been your sister I told."
Sigh.
Signed, only had three months' warning that I was going to be an aunt. No one tells me ANYTHING.
My mother once wasn't going to tell us she was going into hospital in case we worried.
We were teens! Living at home! How is the sudden and unmentioned disappearance of a parent less worrying than the word "biopsy?"
I admit that when I had surgery a couple of years ago, I didn't tell my mom about it until a few days before I went in. That summer one sister was going through a nasty divorce, another sister got laid off, and my brother went through some nastiness at work and ended up quitting and needing my parents for some financial support. I didn't want her feeling like she had to come up and stay with me.
I was mad at my mom when she didn't tell me that my dad had been diagnosed with cancer. We were on vacation and she didn't want us to come home early (which we would have done). She knew we'd be home before he was scheduled for surgery. But Still, Hello! Cancer!
ita, that's just craxy.. what they didn't think you'd notice?? I mean teenagers can be dense but not that dense!
To be fair, I didn't tell my mother about my biopsy. I tried to not tell her until after the lumpectomy, but she figured out something was wrong. It's probably not the best approach, but if there were an Olympic medal for worrying, my mother would be a strong contender. I just couldn't take weeks of that.
I was happy my mother told me so a phone message with the word "oncologist" in it was not a shock.
People keeping cats in bags should know they have unexpected ways of coming out.