Saturday, Oct. 09, 2004 9:45 P.M.
Murphy's Law Disclaimer: Not for those with weak stomachs
Hi everyone. Did ya miss me? So much is going on that it feels like ages since I posted. I tried to catch up on my reading, but finally X-ed out of my buddy list and figure I will just pick up from today. I read a few that made me realize I had to check back and see what was going on. If I didn�t comment, forgive me. I have been slammed with all sorts of stuff here.
Thursday morning I went to work as usual. The phone rang about 11:00 and it was my daughter. She had gone to her GYN for a checkup because she has had trouble the last three or four months. This in itself is not a big deal. She has never been regular. But it has been much heavier the past few months and every two weeks. He did an internal and told her that there is a growth of some sort in her uterus. He said it may be a fibroid, or something else she couldn�t remember. She goes in on the 21st for an ultrasound and they are going to remove whatever it is. I am convincing myself it is just a fibroid and she will be out in an hour good as new. But wait! That�s not all. There�s more. I come in the house after work and hubby has a tale to tell. Earlier in the afternoon, he was taking a pee and just happened to pass a blood clot the size of a half dollar. It didn�t hurt, and he went about his business. I almost fell over. He has a history of cancer (3/4 of one lung removed) and has arterial sclerosis and emphysema, so why worry about a blood clot? I wanted to kill him! I got on the phone and called the doctor. It was 4:50 but the doctor told him to go to the hospital out patient department and they would do a bunch of urine and blood tests. He told him to be in his office the next day. Our doctor is an internal medicine man. He isn�t a urologist so after seeing the test results, he has scheduled Terry with one. He has to go in on Tuesday for a procedure called a cystoscopy. They will go up with a tube and camera into his bladder. He was telling my brother about it last night and asked him if he wanted wallet sizes or an 8 X 10. What an ass. The doctor told Terry all that it could be, including the �C� word. We aren�t using that word. We refuse to use it at this stage of the game. I am convincing myself that it is just a bladder infection and it will clear up with antibiotics. There�s been a lot of convincing at our Casa of late. But we trudge along. We hope for the best and prepare for the worst. We seem to be good at that the last 5 years. I�m not posting all this for any reason but to put it down in print. This may not make any sense, but when I�m down or sad or in the middle of a scary situation it is my therapy. I like to think of it as Literary Thought Transference. If I spill out the fear, the anger, the sadness, on the screen, it is out of me. The world wide web sucks it in and takes it away. That frees me up to put on my brave mom face, my kick-ass wise-assed attitude with hubby and my take charge-and-it-will-all-work-out family and friends. It�s just that sometimes I get tired. Goodnight
Later,
Cosmic
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