turn around
Well, we got a lot of details from the oncologist this morning, and the news was mostly positive.
He has been rated stage 3 of 4 potential stages, but by getting the section of his colon cut out, it's possible that even right now he's cured. But because some amount of cancerous cells were found in his lymph nodes, he needs to go through chemo to cover all the bases.
The chemo should last right around six months, and won't start until he fully recovers from his current surgery. Then he needs another surgery, but at that point, should be theoretically all good. Hopefully.
He is very much not excited about chemo, as no rationale person should be. But I told him, it like he's going to prison for a year. He needs to go serve his sentence of chemo, then he can return to a normal, full life, when he gets out of jail.
It's a dose of reality. I mean, you find cancer, you have to expect some chemo.
Beyond that, it's the best possible news we could have expected.
So we're all pretty upbeat here.
My brother and I will go home tomorrow, and see what our families are up to.
The worst news of the day, I was called the second we walked in the door by Ann, asking where the keys to the truck were (not at home) and what could be wrong the garage door, as she needed to take the girls to school.
it's fun trying to diagnose these types of problems over the phone. Of course, in the end, it was going to cost me. The garage door spring had broke, so there was going to be no garage door action until someone could get there to fix it. So I called around and had a guy get there, and $200 later, I have a new spring, which I guess I feel better about.
But why does this kind of thing happen when I'm gone? I serve little useful function around the house except to pay for it, and fix it. Then the second I walk away for more than the daily trip to work, a show stopper that only I can fix comes up.
Murpheys law, I guess.
He has been rated stage 3 of 4 potential stages, but by getting the section of his colon cut out, it's possible that even right now he's cured. But because some amount of cancerous cells were found in his lymph nodes, he needs to go through chemo to cover all the bases.
The chemo should last right around six months, and won't start until he fully recovers from his current surgery. Then he needs another surgery, but at that point, should be theoretically all good. Hopefully.
He is very much not excited about chemo, as no rationale person should be. But I told him, it like he's going to prison for a year. He needs to go serve his sentence of chemo, then he can return to a normal, full life, when he gets out of jail.
It's a dose of reality. I mean, you find cancer, you have to expect some chemo.
Beyond that, it's the best possible news we could have expected.
So we're all pretty upbeat here.
My brother and I will go home tomorrow, and see what our families are up to.
The worst news of the day, I was called the second we walked in the door by Ann, asking where the keys to the truck were (not at home) and what could be wrong the garage door, as she needed to take the girls to school.
it's fun trying to diagnose these types of problems over the phone. Of course, in the end, it was going to cost me. The garage door spring had broke, so there was going to be no garage door action until someone could get there to fix it. So I called around and had a guy get there, and $200 later, I have a new spring, which I guess I feel better about.
But why does this kind of thing happen when I'm gone? I serve little useful function around the house except to pay for it, and fix it. Then the second I walk away for more than the daily trip to work, a show stopper that only I can fix comes up.
Murpheys law, I guess.