Surgery--Again

Then your publisher should pay you miracle worker wages, Roberta! That seems fair to me!

Roberta's work reminds me more of this one...if only it were female.



The figure is imprisoned by the work itself, which forms a crushing weight. The masterpiece is quite appropriately unfinished...

One of my favorite scuptures by my favorite sculptor. And yes, imprisoned by the stone, but the work itself. Wonderful.

Female, shmemale. I can relate.

I had the MRI on the tumor in my head. Got a call from the hospital. It's slightly larger. They want to operate.

I met with the endocrinologist about the adrenal adenoma. Tests and another MRI are scheduled.

I'd tell you how I'm feeling, but I've gone numb.

understandable

<shaking head> It just seems so unfair!

Sitting and waiting for more news (have a date?).

Entirely.

Thinking of you, and looking forward to updates as they're convenient for you.

And looking forward to the END of Roberta's medical woes!

me too

Oh, love, I'm sorry about all this.
I could scream for you. In fact I will.

The message I got said that they wanted to operate on Wednesday. I almost had a heart attack. (If I drop dead, I wouldn't need the surgery.)

When I called, I asked if this is an emergency. No, it's not. They just happened to have an opening.

I'm aiming for the end of September. I need to finish work and get some other testing done (which may be an emergency).

I've had about six panic attacks since I spoke with the doctor.

Enough already.

When dealing with the medics, I have already noticed that little personal things like maintaining a job and taking care of pets and other deals are just that -- little personal things that make no difference. Glad to know you remembered to ask them if it is an emergency.

Yikes! Wednesday would be way too soon! But, on the other hand, it'd be done with sooner. Hard decision, and one that is entirely yours it sounds like.

I'll join you Osso - screaming for the Boid and ... well... what to say... just PANTS!

gentle hugs Boida - will talk with you soon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I'm not much of a screamer. Only child, y'know.
I did scream when I left my loved house for the last time, screamed in the car for a couple of miles, or my version of screaming.. on Lincoln Boulevard, a very busy street, on my way to a friend's home, a psychologist as it happened, and she had a swell dinner ready and wanted me to gather my self and look ahead and have a nice glass of wine, when I could have just died. I usually don't pay attention to the words cognitive dissonance, but that was going on.

I may hate her for that. Or not. She didn't get it. She was always a little slow on psychological stuff, so I've had a certain, and, yes? thing re her and concepts for decades. At least I didn't kill myself that night, busy dealing with her and the dishes.

I drove up the california coast that weekend and cried most of the way. But I did scream on Lincoln Blvd.

I'll scream for Robbie.

I still think this will all turn out well, but I fully get despair and frustration. In the meantime, **** the adenoma while checking it out.

Still here Roberta. Wishing I could do more than that. But whatever positive prayers, vibes, presence will help, you have them all.

I did that drive again a few years later, when I found out I had breast cancer. Crying off and on up the coast and then not crying..

But, Robbie has had more layers of all this stuff than all of us, in kind of a let's multiply this for this one broad thing, as she's from the Bronx and is tough and has a sharp mouth.

I'd still inquire to the brain docs, to figure out if they are covering their asses or assess a matter to be dealt with. No matter what jive they first said.

We love you, Roberta, all of us do.
Keep talking.

Oh no, Roberta. This is just not fair!

I can understand perfectly why you've gone numb. (I'm feeling rather numb myself, after reading your post.)

When have they scheduled the next MRI for?

OK, I'm not asking any more questions because I'm certain you're in no mood for answering.

My thoughts, my very best wishes, are with you, Roberta.