So Hubby's been having bad gut pains for a long time and has been pushing his doctors to find out what's going on. He had a PET scan on Monday, and he talked to our doctor today for the results. He's off gaming at the moment, so I don't know what he found out. But there's a piece of paper on the bed with a phone number and the word Oncology.
Perhaps it's just more tests. Perhaps it's just double checking. Perhaps all the frequent radioactive tests he's been getting over the years have caught up with him. Perhaps.
Health ~ma for your Hubby, Connie, no matter what it is.
oh Connie. Couldn't he have left you with a note!?! Gads!
good vibes and ma, regardless.
It's nothing serious ~ma to your Hubby, Connie. I'm sorry you're left worrying until he comes home. Not knowing is the worst.
Tons of health~ma for your hubby, Connie.
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Sean, the hardest part is starting. Inertia/momentum, what ever you want to call it. Once you have some, it does get easier. Keep your chin up. Don't give up. Hope is a powerful thing. You have a room full of people here who believe in you. And like Pix says, we are here to help.
As you make your walks around, and inquiries, it might be a good idea to keep a log, of who you talked to, what date, and what business.
Health~ma for Niki and for Connie's DH.
Sean, what they all said. I have a GED too, and I have always treated it like a high school diploma. Speaking as someone who works in hiring, for many, many jobs college is less important than experience and intelligence.
He just came home.
Lymphoma. All through his torso. 14 "bright spots that really got their attention" and "lots of little ones."
We see the surgeon for the consult for when to do the biopsy on Tuesday. If I get one jot of pushback on taking time off from work, there will be words.
he's been having this pain and trying to deal with it for nearly 2 years. One of the treatments he got gave him some relief, and he was told "If this help, then it's not cancer," and they gave him that treatment because the test would have cost thousands out of pocket. Though he's on Medicare for a fucking reason! But anyway. He apparently heard the wolf howl in my brain, because he asked me not to blame the doctors.
This is supposed to be very responsive to chemo, and he's had two bouts of cancer already in his life. And he's a mutant (truly, his body does not respond to things typically). People survive this stuff all the time.
Look, pyramids.
And he's far more worried about me.
