Turbo Cancer: Day 132 - October 21, 2022
Just Three More days
On this day, last year, my mom wrote:
Very tough day yesterday. Long wait for CT scan and tumor marker. Lumpy growing fast. So painful.
“Come God my death. Do with me what you will, what the love of your heart prompts. Help me to trust that this has to be good.” J. Cormody
On this day, last year, I wrote:
Yesterday my mom had another CT scan and blood test, to see if she is still reacting positively to the chemo. Today we saw her primary care doctor, to ensure that she is well enough for surgery on Monday.
The CT scan results are in, and overall, things look good. Obviously, there is still a very large mass in the groin, but that will be removed on Monday.
The doctor will excise the entire mass. He will also look for any lymphatic leaks. He will cauterize them, so that the fluid does not continue to drain into my mom’s left leg. If this works, my mom will be relieved of both pain and fluid overload.
There is no guarantee. Please keep her in your prayers.
According to my mom’s oncologist, the results of the CT scan looked good. The numbers on the computer screen were very promising. The chemo was doing its job. The tumors were shrinking and my mom was living a happy-go-lucky, pain-free life.
That sounded like good news.
According to the computer, my mom was doing great. There was the small matter of the colossal, growing, painful mass in her groin, which had her, once again, completely debilitated. Other than that, though, according to the numbers, there was reason to celebrate!
Chemo was working! Hooray!
It had been determined, by the radiology oncologist, that Lumpy was not cancerous. Lumpy was a fluid-filled capsule. Fluid filled capsules cannot be cancer, because tumors are a solid mass, made up of mutated cells. This was confirmed by the oncologist, the surgeon, and the primary care doctor.
They said that the mass wasn’t cancer, but it was something. We had been told that it was a lymphocele that would resolve itself. It hadn’t resolved itself. We had been told that it was the result of leaking lymphatic ducts that would dry up on their own. They hadn’t dried up on their own. Whatever it was- it would be removed in three days. Just three more days, and the pain would be gone. Just three more days, and we would have the answers.
In three days, Lumpy would be a thing of the past.
Beside the groin pain, my mom had a lot of back pain. We assumed that this was caused by constipation.
We expected the surgery to help with the back pain, as well. Without Lumpy, my mom would be able to wean herself off the narcotics. Without the narcotics, her intestines would return to their normal functioning. Once her intestines were normal again, the constipation would end. Her back pain would be relieved.
If the surgery was to be successful, my mom would actually live a carefree, happy-go-lucky, pain-free life. If the surgery was to be successful, all of the promises made by the medical establishment would come true. Her physical condition would finally be reflective of the numbers on the screen.
The surgery was everything.
Just three more days.
Just three more days.
Just three more days.
Humans are not standard. We are all unique. One size fits most is the biggest lie. One treatment for all is the other. Like chemo, joint replacements, meds, vaccines, and birth.
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