Oh, I'm no hero. Once I finally got into the radiology operating room (they were running almost 2 1/2 hours late, for some reason), it wasn't too bad. (The radiologist repeatedly and glowingly praised my ability to hold just the right amount of breath for as long as needed. All those years of voice training paid off!)
Interestingly, the radiologist was initially unwilling to take the tissue for research. "They don't understand the risks of poking that many holes into your liver," he complained. "They always want too much." I got him to admit that research is a Good Thing and that cancer deaths have dropped in his time at the hospital; he finally agreed to take two samples for research, but said it was too dangerous to take any more. I settled for that. (I'm kind of glad; it does hurt, and I can't have any of my favorite analgesic, wine, with my dinner tonight.)
Brava indeed @Rossweisse , and I hope you can have a glass of red wine very soon. @Galilit , enjoy your off week, and @Robert Armin hope your off week isn't too off.
My brother should be coming home from hospital today having been in since last July. Hopefully we won't be bouncing straight back again, which happened the last few times he went home, but his wife is understandable concerned, specially as she isn't sure they've got on top of his pancreas problem yet.
Well, I've had the chemo. My biggest problem however is the frozen neck I've had since Saturday; I have no move my body to look each way at junctions. Any ideas what I can do to ease it?
Well, I've had the chemo. My biggest problem however is the frozen neck I've had since Saturday; I have no move my body to look each way at junctions. Any ideas what I can do to ease it?
Well, I've had the chemo. My biggest problem however is the frozen neck I've had since Saturday; I have no move my body to look each way at junctions. Any ideas what I can do to ease it?
Today was mostly wasted - I was exhausted, and had to take a long nap, assisted by the FMS - but I did have a couple of glasses of red wine with my dinner, thank you very much!
Yes indeed. I feel somehow certain that there's glass of same coming to my dinner table very soon.
I won a small battle with the staff where I'm to start getting my new infusions come Monday. I was already scheduled to see my oncologist and the study coordinator on Monday afternoon; suddenly, there was a treatment appointment scheduled for Monday at 10:15. I belong to a cancer support group which meets on Monday mornings and is important to me, so I pushed for rescheduling the morning segment. I'm now going in for labs tomorrow, and everything else at noon. It's a hassle to make two trips, but it's worth it.
Oooo, you really are ornery. I love it. Well done you. You are the only one in a position to determine what is worth it. In French, the phrase is translated as, to find value in the trouble of it. I've always liked that - ça vaut la peine - and there are times when I let myself translate "peine" as "pain" even though that isn't strictly right as it is more like a penalty or a type of grief. Anyhow, glad to hear that you figured out how to do the activities that you are choosing to do.
I get pushed around (both literally and figuratively) with depressing frequency these days. Once in a while, I have to stand up for what's important to me.
That feeling of being pushed around and powerless is a familiar one. Doesn't it feel good to dig your heels in, and ask for something that is important to you?
That feeling of being pushed around and powerless is a familiar one. Doesn't it feel good to dig your heels in, and ask for something that is important to you?
I remember when I was diagnosed with stage 1 breast cancer, I felt like I had been loaded on a conveyer belt. Surgery took care of the problem but I wish I had been given a few days to absorb the information.
After eight months of inconclusive heart tests for unusual symptoms, my very good friend A had a haemorrhage recently, and the diagnosis was basically, "Oh bugger - it's colon cancer, and there's something suspicious on the liver, too". You can imagine the shock, but the hospital has been really good since then and he's flying through it as fast as they can move him. The second MRI was today, so we're waiting for results. Prayers and curses yet again. I think I'll introduce him to the orneries - he's going to need them.
Possibly prayers are needed for the Orneries, too - they're quite busy, it seems.
Also, for the wonderfully-titled Feline (and Canine) Ministry To The Sick!
/tangent alert/
Google tells me: The definition of ornery is someone bad tempered or stubborn. A grumpy old man who is always looking to pick a fight is an example of someone who would be described as ornery.
How did we arrive at the use of the word to describe (IIRC) benevolent, and comforting, flying (?) beings, possibly more akin to Angels? /end of tangent/
That feeling of being pushed around and powerless is a familiar one. Doesn't it feel good to dig your heels in, and ask for something that is important to you?
Yes. (I've never seen a radiologist sulk before, so it felt like a real victory to get those two samples for research.) My liver's really hurting tonight, though. It's a good thing I'm to see the oncologist tomorrow!
I'm afraid the Orneries may be my fault. Ross described herself as "ornery" at one point, and I commented that the word itself always sounded like a kind of bird to me (you know, ospreys, orneries, etc.) and I kept imagining a flock of them surrounding Ross and lending strength and support for her determination to live the remainder of her life on her own terms.
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Interestingly, the radiologist was initially unwilling to take the tissue for research. "They don't understand the risks of poking that many holes into your liver," he complained. "They always want too much." I got him to admit that research is a Good Thing and that cancer deaths have dropped in his time at the hospital; he finally agreed to take two samples for research, but said it was too dangerous to take any more. I settled for that. (I'm kind of glad; it does hurt, and I can't have any of my favorite analgesic, wine, with my dinner tonight.)
{{{{{Ross}}}}}
I'm having more chemo this afternoon, so I'll be starting an "off week" too.
@Galilit , enjoy your off week, and @Robert Armin hope your off week isn't too off.
My brother should be coming home from hospital today having been in since last July. Hopefully we won't be bouncing straight back again, which happened the last few times he went home, but his wife is understandable concerned, specially as she isn't sure they've got on top of his pancreas problem yet.
Prayers ascending for Ross and for Robert Armin, Galilit, Sarasa's brother, and all who post or pray here.
IANAD, but here is a relevant NHS webpage
Many thanks. Managed to get some ibuprofen today and it is helping.
<votive> @Galilit
<votive> @Robert Armin
I won a small battle with the staff where I'm to start getting my new infusions come Monday. I was already scheduled to see my oncologist and the study coordinator on Monday afternoon; suddenly, there was a treatment appointment scheduled for Monday at 10:15. I belong to a cancer support group which meets on Monday mornings and is important to me, so I pushed for rescheduling the morning segment. I'm now going in for labs tomorrow, and everything else at noon. It's a hassle to make two trips, but it's worth it.
I get pushed around (both literally and figuratively) with depressing frequency these days. Once in a while, I have to stand up for what's important to me.
I remember when I was diagnosed with stage 1 breast cancer, I felt like I had been loaded on a conveyer belt. Surgery took care of the problem but I wish I had been given a few days to absorb the information.
Also, for the wonderfully-titled Feline (and Canine) Ministry To The Sick!
/tangent alert/
Google tells me:
The definition of ornery is someone bad tempered or stubborn. A grumpy old man who is always looking to pick a fight is an example of someone who would be described as ornery.
How did we arrive at the use of the word to describe (IIRC) benevolent, and comforting, flying (?) beings, possibly more akin to Angels?
/end of tangent/
Just like most things here then!
Felines, and Orneries - to your posts instanter, if you please!
Or at least the Ship's lexicon!
I am also grateful for my own native orneriness for helping to keep me alive for this long.
#teamRossweisse
No Surrender!!!
Hurrah!!