Surgery--Again

osso, The dogs are Heaven and Holly. Holly is currently mothering a litter of kittens that Joan is fostering. She learned her mothering skills from Heaven. I fondly remember Heeven. Not Heaven though.

Ragman, Prechewed bacon! Could a goil ask for anything more? Well maybe (teeth to chew it myself). But I appreciate the offer. Start chewing, kid.

deb, Yup, an air bubble. That's what they tell me. I googled cancer--air bubbles and other such things. Bupkis. A conundrum. A mystery. A steenkin' bubble. I'm gonna try to get an appointment with the cancer doc. She'll be back from vacation next week. And the biopsy doc promised to noodge the cancer docs for me. We'll see.

Although I left the house at 6:30 this morning, I'm too wound up to sleep. I'm gonna try to relax. I have a new book for my book group. And a friend sent me another book. Maybe I'll lump tomorrow.

What's the book?

Pardon my dumbness....but, are they saying what they originally saw was an air bubble..it seems not?

Was the process ok? Not too yucky?

The book is Mr. Pip by Lloyd Jones. I haven't started it yet.

You don't got no dumbness, bunny. At least none that I've ever seen.

They originally saw a small solid mass. They have pictures of it. Now the mass is a bubble. It may be cancer that is evolving. It may be something else.

The process was in no way yucky. I was lying on the CAT scan machine. They were looking at my innards through the machine so that they could zero in on the tumor. Although there was potential for yuckiness, it never materialized. Neither did the tumor.

buggar!

I have an appointment with the cancer doc on Wednesday.

I'm hoping she'll be able to shed some light on my bubble.

Here's looking forward to good news and lighting on your bubble. Hoping, beyond hope, that it's just a blink of little or no consequence.

I'm sorry that the procedure raised more questions than it answered, Roberta, and that you won't get to see the cancer doc until next week. I hope that doctor will be able to dispel the uncertainty about what the mysterious air bubble means.

Because of you, I've come to think of Friday's as TGIDD--Thank Goodness It's Dog Day--and I hope you have a wonderful visit with Holly and Heaven tomorrow. That's the best medicine there is.

Ditto to that.

firefly, Seeing the cancer doc on Wed. is n't a long time to wait. I was worried that it would be longer.

I love the TGIDD. I'll share that with Joanie. Not sure both D's are coming this week. Holly may be at the groomer getting a bath. A white dog in the city is hard to keep clean.

I'll be asking Heaven if she had an out-of-body experience on Monday. I felt her presence very strongly at the hospital.

The dogs just left. I splurged and bought them a toy. A heavy duty rubbery ring with a rope attached. The rope was gone in a few minutes. I thought the ring was indestructable. Wrong. Not gonna buy toys for pit bulls anymore.

I love dem dawgs.

Well it seems they enjoyed it, they destroyed it within a few minutes and I bet the gave you a huge lick as a thank you Them dawgs love you to.

Helloooo!!

Any reports?

A very hard rubbery bone is the only chew toy my dog has not been able to destroy. But they cost nearly $20. Found mine at Petsmart.

I saw the cancer docs today. The bubble is not a good thing. It means that the tumor (or whatever the hell it is) is getting larger and getting a shape (an outer edge with an empty middle). The doc gave me the word for the transformation. I wrote it down but left the note on the doc's desk. Don't remember it.

I have to have another PET scan. It's very problematic that I can't have surgery. A tumor with no center is extremely hard to biopsy. And they gotta know what the hell it is before they can come up with a plan for treating it.

My friend Sue (semiotterly, for those in the know) tells me that there's nothing I can do so try not to think about it. I didn't laugh. And I'm trying not to obsess. Not one of my strong suits.

Heaven will be here on Friday. Holly will be getting her hair done (dog grooming). Seeing one or both always lifts my spirits.

Speaking of lifted spirits, I got some new duds. It feels good to wear something I picked out for myself.

My social worker will be here tomorrow (Thursday) to help me with my new cell phone which is essential in order for me to use Access-a-Ride.

I'm trying to hang in. So how's by you all?

Oh Boidy, I didn't know you were facing all these medical bummers. God knows I hate being sick and I get exhausted just answering questions from well meaning people who quiz me and try to offer unwelcome advice. They mean well, but holy crap, if I could just wish to feel better and magically feel better, why wouldn't any sane person just wish it away. Sorry, I'm trying to share, not compete, being sick, having complex medical issues sucks like a Hoover.

I am happy you get visits from dem doggies. Doggies are proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. We need to be better companions for the doggies because most dogs are better than people. By the way, if your doggie guests like tissues, buy cheap toilet paper or cheap paper towels. Trust me on this, one of my dogs is 7 and the other is almost 5 and I never keep tp on the roll, I place it beyond their reach. I just have to remember to replace the rolls when anyone is stopping by, don't want anyone to think I'm too lazy to actually replace a roll of TP, and not keen on telling people my dogs are tissue, paper towel, and TP fiends. I raised boys, I managed military personnel and they thought I was a hard ass. I really wasn't, unless they over stepped or were disrespectful. I realized early that if I was going to fail, it better not be because my employees got stupid or lazy. If I got my ass chewed by some Colonel or Navy Caption, it better be because I screwed up, not because my workforce got sloppy.

But I digress, I really am hoping for your best results Roberta, none of us are getting younger, we all face difficulties we couldn't imagine when we were 20 years old and invincible. I don't care that I'm getting older, but I get pissed by all the meds and ailments that cropped up. My mind still thinks I'm 30, the body not so much. But you have multiple issues that all need to be addressed to improve your quality of enjoyable life. God knows you mind is sharp, I hope for nothing but the best for you. You are a joy to read on this forum, I expect you to be around for many more comfortable years, ok I admit I'm selfish, I enjoy you and I enjoy your comments on line.

We do have a lovely bunch of coconuts here on A2k. I've not met anyone personally, as in person, but I recognize kindred souls and I love meeting them here.

Good Luck with the doctors Roberta, if you run into any resistance, I'm very good at instilling the fear of God into the suits, and can wield a sharp pen. I'm shameless. Your old pal, GB

Pictures! Must have pictures of Roberta in her new threads and the doggies with their stylish new do.


Love ya, buddy. Let me know if I can help with anything, even if it is just to hold your hand.

Hugs from the northern hinterlands.

Hope your canine visit will be an uplifting one Lady Roberta.

New duds and dog visits are good.

semiotterly is someone to listen to

Hey New York,sorry to hear your news.You are in all of our thoughts.Just let the Docs prod and poke you all they want.I'm sure they know what they're doing.
Anyway,i'm not too good myself.Seems that my poor old heart has been broken one too many times and didn't wanna fix itself.Needed heart specialists,a short stay in hospital where they slowed it right down to a near stop then shocking it back to "normal" sinus rhythm.Gotta take pills every day and get a hospital check every week.I don't think either of us is gonna run the Marathon again .
Love and hugs from me and The Fredster in London (( you ))