When it Rains it Pours
Yesterday didn’t get off to a good start.
For starters, I showed up for my 6:45 am ultrasound appointment fully expecting to be at work by 8:30 only to be asked, “And who will be driving you home?” Uh-oh. I wasn’t told I’d be sedated for the procedure. When the surgeon did a similar procedure last week I was awake and aware, walked in, walked out. “Our doctors like to use sedation,” I was told. “You’ll have to call someone to pick you up.” Great. A day of work missed for a lousy thirty-minute procedure. I wasn’t happy.
Meanwhile, at home, Jen was getting the girls up and ready for school. Abby would be staying home with an ear infection and would hopefully get her own doctor’s appointment. Caroline, our youngest, fell down the steps and suffered two loose front teeth and some bumps and bruises.
Not a good start to the day all around.
Lord, have mercy.
Now, for the ultrasound. It showed what I didn’t want it to show: that the tumor had grown into the wall of the colon with some tentacles protruding through the outer layer. The doctor classified it as a T3, which means it’s into the outer layer of the colon. T4 would mean it’s spread into the surrounding tissues, which it doesn’t look like it has, thankfully. We meet with the oncologist again on Friday, and I’m preparing myself for him to suggest we do the chemo/radiation first, then surgery. Not my first choice but we’ll do what needs to be done.
How do I feel? I feel like this tumor is having an attitude and, frankly, it’s getting on my nerves. It’s messing with me and my family and I’m getting sick of it. I’m ready to do whatever needs to be done to knock this sucker out. Listen to me, talking about it like it’s a person . . .
Lord, have mercy.