No, Ron replied.
"So which one are you, colon or rectal?"
Two specialty offices.
Colon, Ron replied.
Now that's one I wouldn't have seen a week ago, Ron saying he was the colon. We all agreed we were very happy Ron was not "Infectious".
I think, if I were, I would go wait outside another office. Who's going to want to pick up "Infectious"?
This morning was pretty tame. We got up, went to work. I managed to get shower, God Time, and some laundry.
We went to work for a couple hours. One of the other vendors scolded me for not getting Ron on a "Medicare Advantage" plan.
"How is that going to help me now?" I replied. He was quiet.
I stocked what I could. I had actually asked God to please keep things quiet on the sales. He has.
I just have too much, on my plate, already.
We went to the bank and did a coin dump - basically deposit a lot of coins. My aunt met us there. We were going to use the bank notary.
But, they don't do wills. Ensue scramble to find Notary, get Ron in the building, present his ID, and mine.
At any rate, we have notarized wills. No, I didn't leave you anything. I left it all to Ron, and then my aunt.
I don't have a porno stash or any "toys" to worry about her finding.
Of course, having done the thing, now I feel like I'm going to die, which is a rather depressing feeling. I am chalking that up to my illness, though.
Who wouldn't be a little depressed after the last week?
The boss called and basically said the program had our back. Good to know.
We finally finished all that and came home. I had about an hour to nap before our pickup. I laid down, and about 10 minutes later I heard two huge crashes against my house.
Mrs. #6, a normally quiet and meek lady, had thrown two metal tables into the side of my house, while stacking them, again, against the side of my house, which I find odd because she has a huge covered patio and 3K square feet of yard.
I even looked outside, and sure enough she was stomping around her car, carrying groceries now, looking absolutely furious. Ron wanted to confront her but I said no.
She looked kind of scary.
And I once pulled an attacking collie, off my cat.
I had to wonder, aloud: "Why is she so angry?"
Ron had a good point: "Maybe she's pregnant again." That would be child number 7.
Could be. That might explain her rage.
Normally she is very sweet. One time I found Baby Girl (Ron's cat) sitting atop her car. I yelled at the cat and she stopped me. "It's OK! Is cute!"
She's normally very mellow.
I like predictable neighbors. Maybe she had a fight with her husband, or one of her friends.
I just hope she doesn't make a habit of slinging furniture into my siding. I did check the siding, later, and it seemed to be fine.
[shrug] One time in eleven and a half years.
I went ahead and got up. No way could I sleep after all that drama.
Our ride came early and took us to the doctors office. As I thought, it took forever to fill out the medical paperwork. Ron worried I would make him seem too sickly.
I made sure to emphasize his recovery from most conditions. I explained things like: he has a chronic cough, but it is due to an allergy to our pet cats.
Ron actually "allowed" me to present his alcohol use, as he's using - 6 ounces of 70 proof, a night. The doc said that was "a lot" and wanted to know how long he had been drinking that much. Ron started getting evasive - obviously so.
"They need to know when they give you your 'roofies'" I told Ron later. "If your liver isn't as strong it affects the dose." Oh.
Ron is still uncomfortable at the doctor's reaction, but he'll live with it. Or he'll change.
The doctor has admitting privileges at the same hospital we visited. He reviewed Ron's CAT scan - thickening on the sigmoid proximal colon (at the end, on the side facing the belly button). He explained (I liked this part), it wasn't necessarily cancer, it could be a number of things. He would take samples and send them to pathology, then review the results a few days later. If necessary, they would "go back" and take care of the problem.
Ron explained all his symptoms very clearly, and honestly. Doc needs to hear all that and Ron needs to talk for himself if he wants to be treated well. I can only do so much, anyway.
We finished up.
We had a long wait for our driver, who finally did come. Now we're home, and hopefully I will get a good night's sleep.
I am so tired. Mood is very good, considering, but I'm very tired.
Now that's one I wouldn't have seen a week ago, Ron saying he was the colon. We all agreed we were very happy Ron was not "Infectious".
I think, if I were, I would go wait outside another office. Who's going to want to pick up "Infectious"?
This morning was pretty tame. We got up, went to work. I managed to get shower, God Time, and some laundry.
We went to work for a couple hours. One of the other vendors scolded me for not getting Ron on a "Medicare Advantage" plan.
"How is that going to help me now?" I replied. He was quiet.
I stocked what I could. I had actually asked God to please keep things quiet on the sales. He has.
I just have too much, on my plate, already.
We went to the bank and did a coin dump - basically deposit a lot of coins. My aunt met us there. We were going to use the bank notary.
But, they don't do wills. Ensue scramble to find Notary, get Ron in the building, present his ID, and mine.
At any rate, we have notarized wills. No, I didn't leave you anything. I left it all to Ron, and then my aunt.
I don't have a porno stash or any "toys" to worry about her finding.
Of course, having done the thing, now I feel like I'm going to die, which is a rather depressing feeling. I am chalking that up to my illness, though.
Who wouldn't be a little depressed after the last week?
The boss called and basically said the program had our back. Good to know.
We finally finished all that and came home. I had about an hour to nap before our pickup. I laid down, and about 10 minutes later I heard two huge crashes against my house.
Mrs. #6, a normally quiet and meek lady, had thrown two metal tables into the side of my house, while stacking them, again, against the side of my house, which I find odd because she has a huge covered patio and 3K square feet of yard.
I even looked outside, and sure enough she was stomping around her car, carrying groceries now, looking absolutely furious. Ron wanted to confront her but I said no.
She looked kind of scary.
And I once pulled an attacking collie, off my cat.
I had to wonder, aloud: "Why is she so angry?"
Ron had a good point: "Maybe she's pregnant again." That would be child number 7.
Could be. That might explain her rage.
Normally she is very sweet. One time I found Baby Girl (Ron's cat) sitting atop her car. I yelled at the cat and she stopped me. "It's OK! Is cute!"
She's normally very mellow.
I like predictable neighbors. Maybe she had a fight with her husband, or one of her friends.
I just hope she doesn't make a habit of slinging furniture into my siding. I did check the siding, later, and it seemed to be fine.
[shrug] One time in eleven and a half years.
I went ahead and got up. No way could I sleep after all that drama.
Our ride came early and took us to the doctors office. As I thought, it took forever to fill out the medical paperwork. Ron worried I would make him seem too sickly.
I made sure to emphasize his recovery from most conditions. I explained things like: he has a chronic cough, but it is due to an allergy to our pet cats.
Ron actually "allowed" me to present his alcohol use, as he's using - 6 ounces of 70 proof, a night. The doc said that was "a lot" and wanted to know how long he had been drinking that much. Ron started getting evasive - obviously so.
"They need to know when they give you your 'roofies'" I told Ron later. "If your liver isn't as strong it affects the dose." Oh.
Ron is still uncomfortable at the doctor's reaction, but he'll live with it. Or he'll change.
The doctor has admitting privileges at the same hospital we visited. He reviewed Ron's CAT scan - thickening on the sigmoid proximal colon (at the end, on the side facing the belly button). He explained (I liked this part), it wasn't necessarily cancer, it could be a number of things. He would take samples and send them to pathology, then review the results a few days later. If necessary, they would "go back" and take care of the problem.
Ron explained all his symptoms very clearly, and honestly. Doc needs to hear all that and Ron needs to talk for himself if he wants to be treated well. I can only do so much, anyway.
We finished up.
We had a long wait for our driver, who finally did come. Now we're home, and hopefully I will get a good night's sleep.
I am so tired. Mood is very good, considering, but I'm very tired.
5 comments:
That is HUGE heather he let you tell how much he was drinking! I am on the " wonderful" a doctor knows! Crowd cheering. It is a glimmer of admission to it being an issue. It is also a safety issue with the " up and comin" my sister's son is going through treatment for colon cancer now. He is on his last month. It is a rough road, but you are strong. The got a social worker to help him get on a temporary disabilty so the had less stress during treatment and the medical bills covered. Is that an option for you?
He's already on disability for being a blind, hearing impaired, train wreck. LOL
I realize Ron is on disability I am not talking about that ….and honestly I am only saying this because I currently am seeing my girlfriend navigate for her son's colon cancer now and found out all kinds of things are out there to "help" that people have generously offered because of their own experiences with cancer..as well as supplemental disability money that as you mentioned he may be loosing do to treatment. You said you have to pay for treatment in an earlier post? You should not have to pay for this treatment but it can "cost" as you know in other ways ,,,extra cab fairs loss of work ect…and it is difficult but doable and my girlfriend with the help of a couple of social worker phone calls found rides and services they did not know existed (they even have a service we knew nothing about that will come and check on your pets when you are receiving treatment for cancer! who knew? I want to volunteer for that one)
just passing info forward is all
sending love and support
anwyas lots of folks donate time and money for supportive things during cancer treatments and social workers should shave that info ..if you take it or not it is up to you but maybe there is a service there or money that could subsidize you while he is going through this .
Ron has classic Medicare so he will have to pay a portion of the expenses. So far the doctors have only wanted $23. We haven't got the hospital bill yet. Hopefully ACA really boosted Ron's coverage.
I do know the cancer society gives rides, but so does paratransit. I will have a hard time fighting my aunt off if Ron has cancer, she will want to help as much as possible.
We do have a small emergency fund and never used credit card with decent limit, so we won't be losing the house.
Worst case, if it is cancer, surgery will fix stage 1 and 2. Stage 3 would require chemo, which will suck, but I have always wondered what Ron would look like totally bald.
I think he'd be hot, but of course I don't want him to have cancer, either.
you are so funny :) much love Heather I am seriously going to go volunteer to let folks animals out and feed them when the go to treatment ..I had breast cancer last year had to go through treatment and worried more about my dog than anyone while I was gone. I think as much as well all love our fir babies this is a good place for me to give service
hugs Heather be well stay strong and lets hope there is an easy resolve to this
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