Bill seems to be feeling a little better every day, the farther he gets from his last dose of chemo.
This week, we are kind of staring at the phone, waiting for Wake Forest to call with their radiologist's opinions as to what those things are on Bill's liver.
The second we hear, I will put up an entry here. If I don't write anything, it means nothing has happened. Even if something unrelated happened, I would post it instantly, so don't worry your purty lil head if there's no post. ;)
Bill and I are playing a game right now of guessing what Wake will say: For once, we AGREE in our prognostications.
We both think they're going to say that one more test is needed to be sure either way--to be sure whether it IS or ISN'T cancer. And that the test will be at WF Baptist Hospital (they're changing their name to Baptist Hospital, so I shouldn't keep calling them Wake Forest.)
Anyway, that's our guess.
Bill remains always the cheerful optimist. I wrestle with pessimism pretty much any time I'm awake.
And I KNOW what many of you are thinking: Worry interferes with the grace of God. So of course I worry about that, too. (haha) And I hope that when God does the math, Bill's attitude cancels mine out.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.