Wow, the wheels of medical care grind slowly.
After a convoluted lift-off into the world of setting up chemotherapy, we learn that the soonest we can start chemo is OCTOBER 20TH! What the HEY!????????
I am shaking my head.
It seems to ME like if someone had UBER-INVASIVE, UBER-AGGRESSIVE, UBER-ADVANCED cancer--that's C-A-N-C-E-R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!--the chemotherapy would have started LAST WEEK!
But nooooooooooooooo.
Everyone is very laid back about this.
Everyone except ME, and Mister J.G., Bill's friend from 8th grade, who, along with me, is approaching SHOCK levels that Bill's treatment is STILL not happening!
At the opposite end of the A.S. (Anxiety Spectrum), Bill, Mister Ostrich Incarnate, is thrilled about this.
He can pretend like everything is normal for another--what?--two weeks??????--and teach his beloved college classes, and avoid those side effects, and silly nausea, and silly fatigue, and silly immune issues, and silly et cetera, et cetera.
Well, there you go.
And we're not even in the Canadian or British health care system, where, if you need emergency life-saving now-or-never treatment, you are lucky if it happens sometime before the next Ice Age strikes Hell!
Wahhhhhhhhhhh!
Well, just for the record, I'd have driven to Duke and got this mother started about 15 minutes after we found out we needed it. But Young William gets to make the final calls on these things.
So October 20th.
Till then, you can believe I am fattening the boy up, and shoving green tea, probiotics, vegetables, yogurt, and chicken soup down his throat. We even ordered a cookbook: How to Cook for Your Chemo Patient. Oy.
Thank you with all our hearts for reading this and caring about Lil William, despite his Ostrichian tendencies.
BTW, I thought this blog would be best if I didn't update very often, but I've gotten some comments that people would like updates more often. I could EASILY write a little something every day about what's going on, but was afraid of boring you. If you have a preference, let us know. We accommodate! :)
Love and light and kisses to all!
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I had absolutely no idea. The vortex of wedding planning took me from this world. But now that things are settling (into a lovely, but new, kind of normal), I found out about this.
ReplyDeleteI promise not to throw clichés your way except for: we're sortakindaclose and we wouldn't mind helping you guys with anything that might arise. Please keep that in mind! I really mean that.
On the other hand, I'll leave you with a smile. I love college, I'm doing well, my classes are amazing and I'm officially a philosophy major with a minor in the history of ideas. Also, the only girl philo major in the whole school, which is wild, because I'm the lil' pet of the department.
In any case, wholeheartedly know that anything you need you can count on, just let me know. Your family has inspired me to do countless things and taught me so many priceless lessons. I couldn't thank you enough.
As always, you're in my prayers.
We're all in it together.
Love,
A.
Beth, you're a girl after my own heart. I'd be going crazy and driving the medical folks crazy. Why can't it start not now but TWO WEEKS AGO, EVEN BEFORE YOU HAD THE DIAGNOSIS??? I don't need to tell YOU, of all people, all the hopes & FEARS. Get with it. How can it hurt to start SOONER rather than later?
ReplyDeleteHang in there, & hang the slackards!
Hugs to you & Bill. And what lucky students he has (that's nothing new!).
Bevra
Beth: I am with Bevra! I would only urge you to punish the slackards before you hang them. Until then stock up on comfort foods. Mary
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