Live Long And Prosper

Well, here I am again to let you all know about yesterday's consultation with Doctor 'D, my Thoracic surgeon.

I had been warned that he had the bedside mannor of Mr. Spock, and when he walked into the waiting room I thought, hmmm, he looks like Spock too! Thin and looming. I was trying to turn on the charm, and trying to get to an ego boost in on this Doctor, before we got down to brass tacks, but I was thrown by the extension of his hand to me. (I once heard a friend of mine say that Dr 'D withdrew his hand from her while she tried to introduce herself at a cocktail party; his hand withered toward his chest and he said he'd 'just washed') I was expecting the same treatment, whereas he actually shook my hand and seemed genuinely concerned about me. I felt at ease and sort of goofy. (During a consultation with a highly regarded Surgeon is not a good time to get goofy.)

I listened to his plan.
He told me how he would make two incisions, one on my side under my arm, and the other under my left breast (that's the good breast!) From there he could take a partial part of the largest inferior lymph node. I asked if he could just take the whole thing? He dryly said if he took the whole node he'd have to take the whole lung. Ha! That's a good one Doc! You really got me on that one Doc! I thought during the long drawn out silence. He was unchanged in his relaxed, lean-backed pose in his chair. I said to him, 'You're joking right?" I was still in a dwindling chuckle when he said dryly, 'The placement of the node wouldn't allow anything but a partial removal. If it turns out to be cancerous then we'll have to talk about the removal of the left lung or an other course of action with your oncologist.' I was like 'What!!!!"

He said the only way to tell if it was cancerous was to do the biopsy. He also said that it wasn't impossible for this thing to be giving me breathing problems.  Of course you all must know what I'm dreaming! I'm dreaming of a prednisone induced inflammation of non cancerous lung nodes! Really wouldn't that be everyones dream in my situation?

So again, it's a wait and see kinda thing again.

After this last lung disease (NOT) thing - I'm going to just try my best to do what ever to keep my mind off this whole cancerous thing and do some painting.

Come Sunday night I'll have to do all the prep work of washing with the most disgusting antibiotic soap soaked in a scratchy cheap pink sponge. No eating, not drinking, no aspirin - Geez I really know the drill.

So here we have me again asking for all your well wishes - they really do seem to work, and I appreciate them greatly. I do know you all make a big difference in how I feel. I gain power and strength from you all. I thank you from the bottom of my heart! Oh and Lung!


Love to you all! I'll keep you posted on the outcome of the biopsy! I should have the news by mid next week.

LOVE!


 On finding a solution to my breathing issues, and my theory of it being prednisone:

Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. --SPOCK, Star Trek (2009)

Also More Originally, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle:

How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, (Sherlock Holmes) The Sign of Four, 1890