Friday Afternoon is the 2nd Opinion

Friday afternoon, tomorrow, we will go for our second opinion.

Yay....I think.

The doctor that gave us the referral said, "Yes, but, you're being cared for at DUKE. That's like already HAVING a second opinion."

Which is a kind of funny line, and it's hard to disagree with it in some ways.

But anyway, I'll have some juicy news to report after tomorrow's meeting. Will we get an MRI? Chemo? Don't know.

Bill has only one problem now, besides the fact that the prescription still hasn't been called in by the Dukenheimer to our pharmacy, if you can believe that. So Bill still has the colonies of Enterococcus that are resistant to FOUR pencillins. Man, am I washing my hands after I work on Bill!

And you should see what the Center for Disease Control has to say about this new strain of Enterococcus that Bill has! Whew. It's kind of cutting edge medical drama.
A bit unnerving.

But anyway, that's just waiting for the medicine.

Meanwhile, the only other problem he has is a kind of extreme....what would you call it....fatigue or exhaustion. He can do just tiny amounts before he is completely exhausted.

Maybe that's normal for post-operative dudes, though.

Yesterday, he went to the driving range. Yeah! He felt THAT optimistic. He could hit a small bucket of balls, but thought he would faint a few times. Then, when it came time to walk back up to the building, he couldn't carry his clubs. He tried and tried, but it was physically impossible. So a really nice guy helped him.

Still, though. He TRIED!

So, until tomorrow, love and fondest adieu.