A New Beginning

A good morning to my readers.

As most of you probably already know, Thursday afternoon Doug went on his trek to his new peaceful, heavenly life.  His mother, sister, Beth, and I were all there with him.  We cried and laughed.  His mom brought pictures of Doug through his growing up years.  (The big frizzy hair he had in high school would surely have stopped me from dating him!) 

He was a wonderful son, brother, father, and friend.  But most of all he was a gentle and loving husband with an immeasurable amount of patience.  After all who would live with four cats hogging your bed and not complain?

Services will be Monday, October 26th, at 11:00 at the Church of Christ in Irwin.  We will celebrate his "Damn Near Perfect" life.

I can not begin to thank everyone for all the support we had through this quick ordeal.  All the prayers, calls, texts, cards, food, and unexpected visits sustained us.  I appreciate each and every one of you!


Pr. 23.26-Pay close attention, son, and let my life be your example.  GNB

The Harem Girl and The Shiek

Good Morning to all!

I know this is usually a story.  I also know many, if not all, of you are using this for an update on Doug.  It has been a wild week.  I will keep this to an update and write more when I am home and my internet is working.  I am commandeering Doug's precious computer while he sleeps.  My hope is I can figure out how to charge the battery before he feels the need to turn it on again!

Doug was released from Nebraska Medical Center last Saturday afternoon.  On Sunday I was still concerned about him.  His nails were a pretty shade of blue.  After some sweet talking and threatening Doug and I set out to the ER in Manning, Iowa.  A small hospital closer to our home.

He was admitted again with pneumonia.  Four days and several super antibiotics later he was not better.  His breathing was more labored and he was very weak.  The decision to transfer back to Omaha to the Medical Center was made.

Here at the Medical Center we have a great team of doctors and nurses.  They come and go at all hours of the day and night.  Sleep is some what of a coveted asset.

They have drained the fluid out of his left lung.  This is also the lung where the cancer is living.  It improved his breathing almost right away.  He had also been having pains in his head.  Steroids were started again. 

He was starting to be confused and was getting weaker by the hour.  The steroids have turned him back into his anal self.  They have also given him some strength back.

Mayo Clinic is out of the picture now.  Doug is not strong enough to travel.  Well, everyone thinks that but Doug!  We will be doing the treatments here in Omaha at the Medical Center.  There is not a definate plan yet.  He still has a couple more days of antibodics.  They may put a tube in the lung to keep the fluid drained.  He is starting to sound like a seal again.  I think I will go purchase him a ball!

His main concern now is constipation.  Pain meds can cause this.  And all of you who know Doug realize that he is "full of shit" anyway.  His bowels are in Illias (?).  They think there is a trauma some where in the body and have shut down to put effort into fighting this imaginary trauma.  Steps are being taking to cleanse him.  He is to have nothing by mouth today.  Of course, now the steroids are making hungry-finally!

Once again I have had wonderful support.  My dear friend, Sharon, from San Digo put her life on hold and flew out here to be with me.  Nicole and Candace flew in last night.  I appreciate all the prayers, texts, and messasges.  They mean so much.  Thank you one and all.

Okay one story.  Doug has been going through "manopause."  He gets extremely hot and sweaty.  The nurses have pointed a small fan on his bed.  This has helped some what.  So...I, the harem girl, fan Doug, the sheik while he lounges in bed.  I suppose I should be grateful I am the only harem girls he has!


 “Ask and keep on asking and it will be given to you; seek and keep on seeking and you will find; knock and keep on knocking and the door will be opened to you.”
(Matthew 7:7, AMP)
Not Proverbs, but approrpiate

How to Kidnap Your Husband

Radiation was complete.  It was time to head home for a few days before returning to Mayo Clinic to see the Oncologist.  First we made time to see an old friend of Doug's.

Doug is one of the few people I know who keeps in contact with friends from his school days.  He has visited with a few on our adventure to Florida.  A high school friend/college roommate was coincidentally in town to visit his parents before we departed for home.  We had a nice lunch with him and his parents.  There was lots of laughing and reminiscing.  Including the time we visited his friend and Robby split his tongue like a snake and had to have stitches.

Monday arrived and it was time to head to good ole' Iowa.  It seems airline trips seldom go as planned.  Our plane broke in Jacksonville.  Which caused us to miss our connecting flight in Atlanta.  Our 3:00 a.m. wake up from Doug's mom's house turned into a sixteen hour day instead of an easy eight.  But we made it.  And boy were the cats happy!  Thank you to the Christensen's for taking excellent care of them!

Doug's hair continued to fall out in strands and clumps.  He didn't have spots, but stripes.  He looked like Tony the Tiger.  He's not "damn near perfect."  He's Grrreat!  I encouraged him to go to the hairdresser and get his head shaved.

Not one for convention, Doug insisted I vacuum his head.  Out came the vacuum and project "Sucking Up Hair" commenced.  We did get a good deal of hair in the vacuum.  Doug also has a thick mop on his head.  After a couple of days of nagging, (I'm really good at that.) he was convinced to go into the salon for a scalping.  His appointment was on Thursday afternoon.

Doug had been really tired since we came home.  We chalked it up to a long day in the airport.  Wednesday night was a turning point.  He had difficulty getting comfortable (even in the nice new recliner we bought on Tuesday.)  He was having pain in his lung and he coughed like a seal.  There will be no seals in our house.  The cats won't like that.

I suggested we needed to go the the ER.  Or maybe call the doctor.  The firm reply was "I'm fine.  Nothing hurts."  He's always fine and nothing ever hurts.

Thursday afternoon my patience had evaporated.  (Okay I'm not sure I packed it in my suitcase.)  I secretly called Mayo Clinic.  Yes, he should go to the ER.

I grabbed Doug's wallet and pertinent medical information.  Doug and I went off to get his head shaved.  Or so he thought.  The Kidnapping commenced. 

"Hey, didn't you need to turn at that corner," Doug inquired.

"Nope.  This is a kidnapping.  We are going to Omaha to the ER."

He didn't even try and jump out of the car.  Progress.

Our stop was Nebraska Medical Center.  I have been told they have a good Oncology department.  We were quickly ushered into a room.  A stream of doctors came and went.  My cousin from Council Bluffs dropped her evening plans to provide ER moral support.  Doug was poked, prodded, and bodily fluids were extracted from him.  It was decided with his above average blood pressure and elevated heart rate he would spend the night.

While it was quick and easy to get a room in the ER, it was long and tedious to get a room out of the ER.  Two Thirty in the morning finally found Doug in a room on the 5th floor.  He was put on antibiotics and given breathing treatments.  The general consensus was he had a touch of pneumonia.  The pain in the lung dissipated.  He still sounded like a seal, but felt generally better.  Saturday afternoon someone must have paid his ransom.  He was free to return home.

At this point in time Doug is resting in his new recliner.  The cats have yet to adjust to the new piece of furniture, so no feline is snuggling with him.  Now we wait for Wednesday when we return to Florida.

Pr.18.21-What you say can preserve life or destroy it; so you must accept the consequences of your words.  GNB




  

Wanted Alive! Reward!

Something is missing.  We have offered a reward for its' return.  It must be intact and functioning if found.

Doug's taste buds have taken a hike.  We have searched under the bed, in the refrigerator, in the yard, in the neighbor's yard, but no taste buds to be found.  I even searched Nicole's bag.  Just in case.  Most food is bland and cardboard tasting to him.  We are offering a reward for the return of the misplaced taste buds.  The reward is a double chocolate gooey filled cake topped with fluffy whipped cream and a cool cherry on top.
 



While searching for the long-lost taste buds we have discovered things in multiple places around the house.  Hair!  It appears the good doctor was correct.  Doug is losing his hair.  We find follicles of hair in the shower, on the pillow, hiding on the couch, even peeking out from his beard.  I do not know how long it will take for all the strands to fall out.  It is a massive head.  If his hair suddenly decides wave a white flag and surrender all at once, his mom may be the proud owner of a new hairy carpet!

Thursday we showed up at Mayo for Doug's appointment with the Oncologist.  Only to discover it had been changed to October 8th.  Two weeks!  We were stunned.  The pathology from Des Moines and the one that Mayo took did not totally match.  So they are doing more testing to make sure to have the correct formula for the chemo.

So we continue to wait.  Doug seems to be a bit more symptomatic.  He coughs a bit more.  Is sometimes short winded.  He feels as if the lung mass has grown.  This waiting is going to have me pulling my hair out.  We may end up back in Iowa with two naked heads!

Our relief this week was the arrival of Nicole.  While she did not help me paint the kitchen ceiling (which I have not completed yet.  Words to my mother-in-law:  I will!!!) we passed the time playing board games, eating, and doing a lot of laughing.

We have lived in the Jacksonville area twice during our married life.  It has been a source of comfort to attend our previous church.  We have seen old friends and made new ones.  Riverside Avenue Christian Church always was and still is a welcoming, homey, peaceful place. 

The upside to this week for me was my grandcats.  Robby bought some special wet food for them.  I was allowed to give them just a small portion.  He cautioned me not to give them too much or they would be plump like my Bo kitty.  (He gets a bad rap.  He is actually muscular!)  They gobbled it down while I stroked their shiny coats.  Then Mindy laid down with me for a nap.  That is until Doug peeked his head around the corner.  I could hear her thoughts; "Oh yeah.  He's here too.  I like him better."  And off she went.  Grandma will give them wet food no more!

Our week ends with Doug and I at loose ends for several days.  What do we do?  We go home, of course!  Monday we will hop on a plane headed for home sweet Iowa.  Stand by my sweet kitties.  Mommy and Daddy are coming back!

Pr. 18.10-The Lord is like a strong tower, where the righteous can go and be safe.  GNB

Seven Down!

Seven radiation treatments down.  Three more to go.  We are anxious to keep this ball rolling and head down the road.

Doug's radiation treatments are one minute, if that long.  We spend 40-90 minutes getting to the hospital.  Then another 40-90 minutes getting home.  He has not really had any side effects.  He still has his hair.  The doctor seemed a bit surprised at that.  I don't think she realizes how much hair is on that bowling ball on his shoulders.

Occasionally Doug has a "moment."  Just some pressure on the forehead.  He chills on the couch for these "moments" then is back in the game.  The doctor says this is normal  We prefer to think of these moments as cancer cells losing their grip and dying away while the new healthy cells abound with life in their place.

One disadvantage of radiation to the brain is Doug really shouldn't drive.  So I am driving.  No big deal unless you are a male species sitting in the passenger seat.  Men should never be allowed to sit there.  They should be gagged, blindfolded and sent to the rear of the vehicle.

Actually Doug has been an ideal passenger.  He doesn't seem to mind the back pocket marks on his hands.  He has only slapped his palms over his eyes a handful of times and muffled a scream once or twice.  We are coping.

As for me I am keeping busy.  The Cinderella Syndrome continues.  This week I have been on the roof not once, but twice.  Doug positioned the ladder for me.  I had my foot on the first rung when his mother came barreling out of the house.  "What are you going to do?"

"Your roof needs a good sweeping and I'm going up," I replied.

"Oh Lord!" she cried.  "I'm going in to cook!"

The door swung shut behind her.  I jumped up and down with joy.  Not only would I get some exercise sweeping, but there was sure to be some good chow to eat afterwards.  I wondered what it would be; a crispy stir-fry? A spicy mango-salsa chicken?  A colorful southwest pasta salad?  My stomach growled in anticipation.

Doug's mom has numerous large oak trees that shed sticks and acorns at the slightest whisper of a breeze. Her roof was not too large.  I figured this would be a fifteen minute job.  Then the strangest thing happened up on that roof.  It grew to Buckingham Palace proportions right before my eyes!

The next day a large green branch decided to plop on the roof.  Up I went again.  I could see many of her neighbors roofs had stick and acorn problems also.  Perhaps Doug and I should start a business here.  He positions the ladder (I can not seem to do this for whatever reason) and I sweep.

Inside I am taping her kitchen in preparation of ceiling painting.  A few years ago Doug wrote on her ceiling.  (It's a long story.)  Nicole arrives tonight.  Maybe I can enlist in her help.  "Poor old mother being slave-driven by the evil grandmother.  Daughter should feel sorry for me!"

Doug has met up with another school friend.  She is in the area visiting her parents and is also a patient at Mayo.  People come from all over to this world renowned hospital.  His friend traveled from New Mexico.

We enjoyed a supper with an old Navy friend and his family.  Their daughter was once in my preschool class.  Now she is old enough to drive and much taller than I am.  Why is it kids get older, but we don't?

The visitors continued with the arrival of Doug's cousin from South Carolina.  Doug missed his family reunion last year.  He has not seen this cousin in probably five years.  It is always nice to catch up and to have a distraction.

So we keep busy and wait for radiation to finish.  Thursday we meet with the Oncologist.  Hopefully he will have completed all the testing they are doing and we will have a chemo plan.  Then maybe, maybe, we can go home.

Doug has received many cards, prayers, and texts again this week.  Even one from someone we did not know, but attends church with my cousin.  We are humbled by all the thoughtfulness.  It is difficult to put into words how much this boosts our spirits and comforts our soul.  Thank you one and all.


Pr. 17.22-Being cheerful keeps you healthy.  It is slow death to be gloomy all the time.



*I really do like my mother-in-law.  Just don't let her know that.  It might lead to an enlarged head.  We can't have that.  And she is still letting me use her garbage disposal!

 

Zapping the Brain

Time passes slowly as one waits for answers and a course of action.  Doug and I are fortunate we have friends and family to speed our time along.

Labor Day weekend loomed ahead of us.  Nothing to do, nowhere to go.  Doug's sisters and their families rallied to the rescue.  As well as an aunt and uncle and cousins.  They packed up the kids and husbands and BBQ smokers (yum!) and headed north for Orange Park.  We feasted and chatted and made doughnut videos for Nicole.  (This will soon become a Gravel Road blog.)  Doug's friend and family from preschool spent an evening with us.  Yes, some people still have contact with preschool friends.  In fact, Doug was in his wedding twenty-two years ago.  (Happy Anniversary Matt and Sandy!)  It was memorable.  Doug had slashed open his finger while sharpening the lawn mower blade two days before the wedding.  It made great pictures with Doug's middle finger tightly bandaged straight up!  Robby and his girlfriend hung out with us old parents on Monday.  We even scored with Robby cooking us dinner that night.

Then the second week at Mayo began.

We were anxiously awaiting the results of his bronchoscopy from last week to determine if he was a surgery candidate.  The surgeon relayed the disappointing news he was not to have surgery.  The cancer was in one of his lymph nodes above the lung.

It was off the see the radiology oncologist.  She also had news that left us with a heavy heart.  The current MRI showed two new masses in Doug's brain.  That meant the cyber-knife radiation was off the table at the moment.  We needed to address the whole brain.  (And with Doug's large cranium I imagine that would be some dose of zapping!)  "Can you start the radiation treatment this afternoon?"  the doctor asked.

"Oh Yeah!  We could have started it yesterday if you had asked."

It was an early start at Mayo that morning.  We left the house at 5:00 a.m.  After some testing and doctor visits we had a few hours to kill before the treatment started.  It seemed a waste of time to drive the 25 miles back to his mom's house.  So we did what all parents must do...use the key to your son's apartment.

Robby was at school.  We had the entire apartment to ourselves.  Including his nasty black cats.  Yes, nasty.  I gave them treats.  Which they ate.  Then the ungrateful things hissed at me!  I fixed them by stretching out on the bed and snoring for a while.  They were too scared to sleep with me.  Ha!  Then to my utter disappointment, they decided to like Grandpa Doug and played with him.

Doug has two radiation treatments down.  Eight more to go.  He got a hair cut today.  Less hair to fall out and clog the drain.  He has not experienced any side effects from the radiation.  We do not anticipate him doing so.  He's strong and healthy and a bit stubborn.   Just in case, the doctor has put him on a type of Alzheimer medication.  That should keep his cognitive skills in place.

As with all things, when it rains it pours.  Both of my parents have taken a fall in the past two days.  Luckily nothing was broken.  Hospice brings the x-ray machine to their house.  They don't have to venture out to the cold sterile hospital.  

The ray of sunshine for the week is my mother-in-law.  She is treating me with kindness.  When the garbage disposal needs running she calls for me.  Those of you who own a garbage disposal do not understand this exhilarating concept.  Since a garbage disposal is AWOL from our house it is a constant thrill to grind up food and have it rush down the drain.

Week two is past us.  We are anxious to return home.  Our souls have been lightened by the outpouring of support, notes, phone calls, and prayers from our friends around the country.

Once again we find ourselves waiting.  Waiting for radiation to be finished and a chemo plan put in place.  As always one day at a time...



Pr. 17.17-Friends always show their love.  What are brothers for if not to share trouble?  GNB

Cinderella!

This ends our first four days at Mayo Clinic here in Jacksonville, Florida.  I'm not sure what I was expecting except something better than what we had.  I was not prepared for the onslaught that met us.

Mayo has a moat.  Well, not a moat exactly.  There are a couple dozen ponds and fountains surrounding the complex.  I was surprised to see eyes peering at me from one such pond.  I grabbed Doug's arm in terror.  "There's an alligator in that pond!  Do you suppose they feed them the naughty patients?  We must be on our best behavior!"

We were prompt to our 8:00 appointment.  People were going in seventeen different directions.  Everyone seemed to know where they were going but us.  Our first stop was registration and a couple paperwork stops.  All very efficient.  Then up to see the oncologist.

While in the waiting room I could hear a man snoring.  (Yes, it had to be a man!)  Behind us was a screen.  I glimpsed some recliners with patients relaxing or sleeping in them.  A nurse appeared beside the snoring man with a warm blanket.  I jumped to the conclusion she was about to cover his face and gag him.  However, she delicately placed the blanket over him and tucked him in.

Another nurse ushered us into the examining room.  She informed us the fellow would be in shortly.  I thought is was beyond belief that she would call the doctor fellow.  Then a woman, a very pregnant woman, breezed in announcing she was the "fellow."  Oh.  A doctor student of sorts.

After talking to us and taking notes, she returned with the "real" oncologist.  A large authoritative man.  He had reviewed Doug's records and had a plan.  A plan that required more testing and possible routes for treatment.

We were whisked off to see the radiation oncologist a few floors down.  She also had Doug's records and scans.  Her and her resident asked more questions and took more notes. She also asked if we would like to see the scans.  We had not seen any and were anxious to do so.

We were told in Iowa Doug had about a two and a half inch mass in his lung.  Our mouths fell open as we saw almost all of his left lung was covered.  How could he breath?  He has been laboring outside with the push mower and chain saw.  How was that possible?

The radiation oncologist devised a tentative plan in her head on how to attack Doug's massive brain.  She also saw some things on the MRI that were not mentioned in the report from Des Moines.  However, this doctor would meet with the tumor board to decide the final course of treatment.

One educated brain is good.  More than one can only lead to the correct path.

Our next stop was the lab.  I'm convinced the lab is housed in a space ship.  The frosted glass doors slide open and shut.  People disappear behind them and may or may not reappear.  I was waiting for someone to come out and shout "Beam me up Scottie!"

The next three days were a blur of more testing.  They shoved a microscope down Doug's throat and did an ultrasound of the inside of his lung.  Tissue was aspirated from the lymph nodes above the lung.  Another day Doug passed a breathing test with flying colors.

Now we wait for next week to have all the results and a definitive plan.

Amidst all this testing my mother-in-law was pampering us.  Not!  My new name became Cinderella.  Her sun room tile had just been replaced.  Now things needed to be cleaned and put back in order.  Plants needed to be re-potted.  Sticks needed gathering and weeds needed uprooting in 96 degree temperatures and 156% humidity.  "Cinderella!  Cinderella!"

In all honesty, she allowed me to help with chores.  It is therapeutic.  It makes time pass.  Time at the moment is passing like syrup dripping from a maple tree.

Once again we wait...


Pr. 15.22-Get all the advice you can, and you will succeed; without it you will fail. GNB

And Hiccups?

 Doug's headaches were a thing of the past thanks to the medicine "Dr. Underwear" prescribed.  He said the only side effect could be insomnia. 

Then the hiccups started.  They lasted anywhere from ten minutes to forty five minutes.  Further research on the all knowing computer showed they also were a side effect to the medicine.

That was all it took to send me diving off the steep cliff I had been teetering on.

"You have the hiccups?  Why do you have to have the hiccups?  You can't sleep.  You have the hiccups.  This is not fair!"  I ranted and raved and went on and on.

Doug looked at me like there were cats crawling out my ears.  "I have cancer and you're worried about the hiccups?"

The next day our wonderful PA prescribed something to make the hiccups take a flying leap off my cliff.  We continued to wait for the call from MD Anderson.

Waiting is never easy.  But with cancer hanging over our heads, or in our head, it makes time pass like the pot watched waiting to boil.  But it does pass and the saga continues.

MD Anderson did get back with us.  They would be happy to see us on  September 18th.  Three weeks!  Not totally acceptable in our little heads.  That's when people who knew people came out of the wood work.  Our PA called and attempted to speed up the process.  She did get us moved to the top of the wait list.  Really, who in their right minds would cancel an appointment at MD Anderson?  My sister, the nurse, knew someone who works there.  A third grade friend had a connection she was willing to try.  Still we hit a hard brick wall.  We would have to chew our nails for three more weeks.

The questions was "What do we do now?"  The obvious answer was, "Have a nap."  If you can't fix it or change it, why not sleep on it?

Doug is a ten minute napper.  I, on the other hand, drift off into peaceful slumber for 20 minutes to three hours.  It's always a mystery.

My eyes eased open after a restful nap with a cat at my feet, a cat at my knees, and a fur-ball snuggled under my neck.  It was heaven!  Doug was already up and about some where.

I discovered him in the office.  He looked at me and pronounced "Pack your bags.  We're going to Florida!"

Huh?  Did we have a tornado while I was sleeping?  Did the house fall on me?  Was the Wicked Witch awaiting in the wings to torture me?

None of the above.  Doug had been diligently working on other avenues of care.  He phoned Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN.  They would get back to him in two to three days.  (Must be on the same sheet of music as MD Anderson.)  He then proceeded to call Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville, FL.  They wanted him in four days.

We were off!

Neither Doug nor I are known for our speedy packing.  However, in less than 20 hours we were motoring down the open road towards Florida.  I squirmed in the passenger seat going over a list in my head.  Cats have a sitter-check.  Refrigerator cleaned of food-check.  Cat outside had water and food-check.  Underwear in suitcase-oh no!  I would have to check that one when we stopped.

Jacksonville had other benefits than just Mayo Clinic.  Doug's mother lives there.  We have a warm bed to sleep in, food magically appears on the table, and we are pampered and spoiled in all manner of ways.

Our son, Robby, also goes to college there.  I can finally meet my new grandcats. I can also check out the girlfriend.  Some thing every mother wants to do.  I'm surprised I haven't made a secret trip there already to try out my PI skills.

Less than twenty-four hours after arriving in Jacksonville Robby had us to his apartment for a home made dinner of spaghetti and chocolate eclair dessert.  I found I loved my sleek beautiful grandcats and even approved of the girlfriend.

Now for a good night's sleep and a full day at Mayo Clinic.  We were confident good news awaited us in the morning.


Pr. 15.30-Smiling faces make you happy, and good news makes you feel better.

Twisted Underwear

Candace was back in sunny San Diego.  Doug and I were off to see his Oncologist.  I had not met him yet and was anxious to do so.  We were to get the results from Doug's biopsy.

Forty minutes later the doctor sauntered into the examining room.  He didn't smile or blink an eye. Not that there was anything to smile about.

Yes, it was cancer.  Squamous Cell Carcinoma.  (I know those words.  I had one on my hand.)  The doctor briefly explained we would do radiation on the head followed by chemo to the torso.

Our family had been encouraging us to go to a larger facility, somewhere more renowned.  I asked the Oncologist why we might want to do this.

I must apologize to the doctor.  I didn't, really didn't, mean to get his underwear twisted into a knot! But I did.

We were quickly ushered across the hall to the Radiation Oncologist.  This doctor smiled without his face cracking.  I felt a tiny bit better.

The Radiation Oncologist talked with us for a better part of an hour.  He thoroughly explained things and answered questions.  Doug was scheduled for a MRI and a simulation of the radiation process.

The Oncologist's office was 50 minutes from our house.  We had time on the way home to mull over the visits.

"I didn't like the Oncologist."  I muttered to Doug.

"What was wrong with him?"

"He had shifty eyes.  And he hardly looked at us.  And he didn't really seem to care.  And his face got red and his arms tightened around his body when I suggested a more well known facility.  The Radiation Oncologist was caring and informative though."

We decided Doug should start with radiation and then find another Oncologist.  One whose underwear was smooth and not tied up.

Doug had his MRI and a mesh mask made for radiation.  I inquired if we could save the mask for Halloween.  I'm not sure my husband thought that was as amusing as I did.

The Radiation Oncologist had given us books to read on the process and side effects.  I wasn't interested in reading them.  Way too depressing.  Doug flopped one down in front of me with a strong suggestion I read it.

Five pages into the book I was astonished.  This was not the information the Radiation Oncologist had told us.  I have been known to misunderstand numerous things before.  I searched Doug out and asked him what he had heard.

I was not loony-toon after all.  Doug had heard the same words I had.  I then consulted the all knowing internet.  It was on the same page as the book.

"Doug, maybe we need new doctors.," I cautiously suggested to Doug.

Doug was saved from answering by a duck quacking.  Not really a duck, that's my cell phone ring tone.  It freaks people out!

A blast from the past assaulted my ears.  My sister had been relating our saga to a doctor I worked for eons ago.  He called to say he would certainly suggest a facility such as MD Anderson in Houston.  We could have our doctor call and ask for an expatiated appointment.

That was the turning point.  We made preparations to have medical records transferred to MD Anderson.  The facility had 48 hours to get back to us.

Once again we wait...


Pr. 18.10-The Lord is like a strong tower, where the righteous can go and be safe.  GNB

Off to the Mental Ward

I turned the truck towards Omaha.  My destination was the airport.  Our daughter, Candace, was coming for a week of "get Daddy off the couch" work.  Actually she had planned to visit before we knew of Doug's illness.  Now she had a mission while here.

Doug had borrowed a car to see the Oncologist.  It's not often we have a conflict being a one car family.  I tried to convince him he should take the Polaris.  He could navigate the gravel back roads and be there in no time.  He informed me it was fifty minutes on the asphalt roads.  The gravel roads would take twice as long.  And he would arrive covered in white dust.

We live in the country.  So what if he looks like he lives in the country?

The Oncology appointment was anticlimactic.  The doctor would need to see the biopsy report before doing more than blink an eye.

Tuesday the three of us headed out at 7:00 a.m.  It was biopsy day.  Candace, still on San Diego time, slept all two hours to Des Moines.  I slept off and on.  Who in their right minds are up before 7:00 a.m?  (Except my parents who hop out of bed at 4:00 a.m.  I think they must have found me under the hay mound.)  Doug on the other hand was bright eyed and bushy tailed and probably famished.  He had been fasting since midnight.  I ate my Wheaties in the closet at home so he wouldn't see.

The hospital team was ready and waiting for Doug.  They whisked him away and gave him a darling green and white hospital gown.  He was allowed to keep his pants and shoes on.  What?!  I had never heard of that.  It took all the fun out of it.

Candace and I wandered the hospital and found a McDonalds.  This is my most unfavorite place to eat ever.  I feel my arteries harden as I walk in the door.  Seeing as it was my birthday, we decided I should treat myself to french fries.  If my arteries are going to harden, McDonalds french fries are the way to go.

Doug was being wheeled out of the OR by the time we meandered upstairs.  He was feeling pretty good despite having a needle thrust in his back extracting tissue.  I could hear his stomach growling. He was not allowed to eat or drink for two hours.  We had to worry about an air bubble forming around the lung.  My lips were sealed about the french fries.

A machine monitoring his vitals beeped in our little cubby.  The machine started a piercing beeping sound as Doug moved around.  "Hey, how'd I do that?"  Doug wondered.  He started moving is finger monitor and his body to try and produce the piercing sound again.

"Stop!"  I hissed.  "The nurse is going to come in here and drag your butt to the mental ward."

Soon after I wished he was trying to manipulate the machine.  That's when the pain kicked in.  No one said this would be painful.  Did we ask?  Why didn't we ask?

Pain meds were pushed through the IV with no decrease in the severity.  He was allowed a sip of water to take a pain pill by mouth.  The pain seemed to be increasing not decreasing.

The doctor was summoned.  "Better take an x-ray to make sure the lung hasn't collapsed.  If it has we'll send you home with a tube going out the lung."

Lung collapsed?  Isn't that something that happens in a car accident?  And no one is sending my husband home with a straw sticking out of his lung.  I didn't go to nursing school like my sister for a reason.

The lung was not collapsed.  Doug got a handle on the pain.  The kind nurse took pity on him and brought him a turkey sandwich.  We were sent off to our sweet spot in the country.  There would be six days to wait to see the Oncologist again.

Candace was still working on her mission before she headed home.  We took Doug to the Iowa State Fair.  (Had to see the famous Butter Cow, you know.)  We went paddle boating.  Doug is in fine shape.  I think he thinks Candace and I took turns paddling.  A few pants, some sweating, and we looked like we helped propel that boat.  There were chores around the house to be done-apples fall every night.  BB guns were shot.  All in all it was a fun week.

Even with all the activities the week crawled by.  Doug started having night sweats.  (Is he going through menopause?)  Then the pains started in his head.  (Yes, he has had pains in his neck too. That's from me.)  A gripping pain now and then.  He was a man about it.

"I don't want any medicine."  Men!

And we waited for Monday to roll around to visit the Oncologist...


Pr. 10.25-Storms come, and the wicked are blown away, but honest people are always safe.  GNB

It Was Just a Cough

It was just a cough.  Just a small nagging cough.  Allergies most likely.  Some weight was lost.  Just a pound or two a week.  No cause for alarm. That's how it works when you watch what you eat.

Doug had a short stint at work.  Four weeks.  Much better than six weeks.  A week before he was to return came an e-mail.  Could I make him a doctor's appointment?  He still had that bothersome cough.

I can be a good wife.  I called and made an appointment with his doctor.  The doctor was on vacation. A week after Doug got home was not a concern.  The appointment was set.

Then the second e-mail showed up in my inbox.  I'm still losing weight.  It's starting to bug me.

He may have been gone only four weeks, but he was only going to be home three weeks.  Perhaps I should move the appointment up.  I didn't think he would mind seeing my PA.  I made the appointment for two days after his arrival home.  My PA was a female.  I would think all males would appreciate seeing female medical workers.  They have smaller fingers.

Doug came home from his appointment with my PA pleased with her.  She gave him something for indigestion.  An x-ray was also taken of his chest. It's a nice chest.  I could have told them that without an x-ray.  No one asks me anything.

That afternoon came the phone call from the medical office.  There is a spot on your lung.  Be here tomorrow afternoon for a CAT scan.  Doug was baffled.  I was excited.  "Are they going to take hundreds of cats and run them all over your body?"  He didn't even bother to acknowledge that remark.

He trucked out the next morning for the CAT scan.  That afternoon the phone interrupted us.  It was the PA.  "We are setting you up for a PET scan and a biopsy of your lung.  Be here tomorrow for the PET scan."

That's not how we wanted to spend our 27th wedding anniversary.  I suppose I should have just been happy Doug was home.

Napping is a necessary luxury.  The next day while taking our necessary luxury that darn phone rang again.  It was the nurse.  "The PA wants to see you.  Can you come in this afternoon at 4:00?"

It is never good news to be told to arrive as the last appointment on a Friday afternoon.  Doug and I both mumbled some words we do not usually say.

I appreciate my PA.  She is kind and to the point and doesn't beat around the bush.  "Doug we have your PET scan results.  There is a spot on your lung and adrenal gland and two masses on the brain. The cells point to cancer."

Not quite what we wanted to hear.  Two masses on the brain?  Doug has a Charlie Brown head.  How did those cats find two masses?

The next thought was lung cancer?  This guy didn't smoke-ever.  In fact he runs a fifty yard dash from second hand smoke.

The biopsy was set up for the following Tuesday.  Doug was to see an Oncologist the Monday before.

Then she sent us home.  Now we wait...

But it was just a cough.  A small nagging cough.

Pr. 8.34-The man who listens to me will be happy-the man who stays at my door everyday, waiting at the entrance to my home.  GNB