The Moonpale Cowpoke Gets A New Appointment: Meet Doctor T!

Meet Dr. Frank Torti, the Second Opinion Bladder Dude!

You can click HERE and read about him if you need more info.


We have our appointment on Thursday, June 3rd in the morning. Dr. T wanted all the medical records.

Sadly comic: He also wanted copies of all the full-body CT scans and MRIs that Bill had done at Duke.

Oops.

It was actually hard to explain that THERE WERE NONE IN EXISTENCE.

No, not because we LOST them. And not because we don't know where they are, but because NONE WERE EVER DONE. EVER. NOT ONCE.

Yeah. And you can be sure there was a bit of a pause after that fact sunk in.

The oncologist in Boone who referred us to Dr. Torti said that they've referred a lot of people to him, and the people came back REALLY liking this guy.

Our only questions for Dr. T are:

(1) Is it true that "there are simply no more therapeutic options" for Bill, as Dr. Wallbrainbanger said, and we should all just give up all hope right now gosh-darn-it and get the heck out of his office?; and

(2) Might we PRETTY PRETTY PLEEEEEEEEEEZE get a scan of Bill's body done so we can at least know if these strange pains are tumors or not, and get some....what-do-you-call-it-again .... oh yeah! ....... MEDICAL ATTTENTION ..... for the po' skinny lil moonpale cowpoke?

Update on Bill
Bill is feelin' poe'ly, today, as they say here. He's tired and just feels bad. He's not a big describer. And he looks, I'd have to say, ill. And he has some strange pains in places that worry him, and there's also something wrong with his voice. His voice is raspy, husky, and is getting worse every day. That scares him quite a bit, too.

Good thing: he can eat! And has an appetite. Heeeray for that!

The thing we need to work on with Ranger Willy right now is that he needs to STOP feeling like he has to do things. He feels guilty if he doesn't push the wheelbarrow around or rake up weeds behind me or go to Lowe's and schlep all over the store with me.

I understand. I admire him. But today, he's staying in bed or on the couch.

And if you see him dragging them ol cowboy-booted feets around town today, doing errands, tell him to get on his hoss and ride straight back home afore Diamon' Lil finds out about it!