Today's procedure was a cervical ultrasound. I got to watch -- it took about 20 minutes to take digital photos of all the angles. I was watching the screen, and I think I figured out where the openings to the ovaries were, but it mostly looked like a bunch of gray surfaces to me. There were a couple of cool color overlays that the tech said were showing the direction of bloodflow, but mostly, a lot of gray. dp said there was a fair amount of pressure, but no pain.
We hung out for another 20 minutes or so, waiting to see if they needed any more images, and then they sent us home.
Dr. A called a couple hours later -- there's a tumor on the anterior cervix, about a centimeter and a half. Given the rest of what's going on, it's assumed to be cancer.
So now there's a gynecological oncologist in our future. Dr. A says somebody will give us a call in the next couple days to set up an appointment, and that we're probably looking at surgery to remove the tumor.
So it goes.
Meanwhile, we're hosting a wake on Saturday for our friend Terry, who died suddenly last week. He'd spent the evening having dinner and playing games with friends, and he was changing his clothes to head downtown and listen to music. I can think of a few better ways to go, but not many. He was at most of the Stoopid Toy parties for the last 10 years or so, but other than that, our social circles didn't overlap much. We're providing the space, and his friends are doing all the rest.
Diana's back is looking quite a bit better. It's still peeling, and thus pretty itchy, but the dark spot is a lot smaller and a lot lighter. She's still pooped, but feeling stronger.
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Ah, fatigue. I'm helping Jeffy with his basement drywall and then we start on studding mine. On one hand I'm glad to help and grateful for the upcoming assistance. On the other hand, it's another project and my shoulder hurts.
These weeks fly by for us, flying to meet schedules, haul kids, plan for work, vacuum dog hair and keep the laundry going. BWR plays a party Friday night, so I may pop in late and see if Kevin is moving.
It's frustrating to hear of another tumor. As I shared the other night, it seems as though a week or two free of procedures is in order. I guess I have a lingering attachment to "just world theory."
On the lighter side of the news, Walker is definitely in the world of girls and romance. He and a local girl have already broken up and then reconciled (or something). Since he told her they should be "good friends" she has called incessantly and he is chattering on the phone with his "not-girlfriend." (She couldn't decide who she like better, him or his friend John.) Walker's response was essentially, "I'm not going to compete this way." Caitlin and I were proud of him.
Interestingly, this seems to be what the girl needed to retain interest, and I think Walker, my phone hating kid, is at high risk for cauliflower ear.
It's fun to watch, although earlier in the week he was in tears. He really likes this girl. We're definitely into the NEXT STAGE. I'm glad I don't have to date a 13 year old.
I agree with C-Man on the "just world theory"-enough already!
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