NOW WE HAVE EMERGENCY MRI!

The timing of this whole series of events would be enough to turn a hardcore atheist into at LEAST a very skeptical agnostic!

By chance, we HAPPENED to have a pre-existing Dr. apptment at 4 today, and last night, the falling down episodes began, with several crash-bang falls, and several almost-falls. This morning, Bill was bed-ridden due to a swirling head and tons of body pain from all the falls. Mixed with the nausea and trembling and numbness and NO REFLEXES upon testing at the doctor, there was immediately great concern that he'd either had a stroke, or a brain tumor. This all came together at the 4 pm dr. apptmt today which had been set last week, randomly, without knowing how badly he would need it!

Also at that apptmt, he was only SUPPOSED to get the results of his blood tests, but those were bad enough, even without all the drama of the falling and the brain issues! Now he has diabetes, kidney malfunction, liver malfunction, something else I haven't googled yet malfunction, AND his triglycerides (even on the re-test, with fasting) were almost 600 when the highest allowable score is 150. So he has some kind of bad problems.

So by 5, they told me to rush out of the clinic, tell the nurse to call the pharmacy and ask them to stay open and wait for us, we ripped over there about 50 mph in a 20 mph zone, and got some meds. Bill came home, is wiped out completely, and I ripped to the grocery store for desperately needed food, came home, made a healthy dinner (organic, pesticide-free, grass-fed, probably spa-tended, pedicured, manicured, and massaged ground beef (ridiculous!), cooked with fresh tomatoes and onions, and some rice and Greek salad), then cleaned up, and he is crashed in the bed.

He is terrified about this scan tomorrow. He tries to be brave and say, "They will find nothing. I know they will not." And I try to be brave and believe him. But the fact that we are going to be squeezed into the MRI schedule on the Friday before the Monday appointment at which time his local Oncologist DETERMINES WHETHER HE CAN OR CAN'T SURVIVE THE "RED DEVIL" CHEMO, is like a miracle! Without these blood test results, she could have easily approved him, and this chemo is fatal if administered to the wrong person!

That cheers him up, too, as you can well imagine--thinking about how dangerous this chemo is! (Not.)

So that was today. I'm fried. He's in bed. We are waiting for phone to ring any time tonight or early morning, telling us when to rush over for this squeeze-in MRI test. No idea what tomorrow will look like. I had to cancel my tomorrow's analyst appointment, due to all the chaos. It's okay. What I'm doing tomorrow helping Bill is WAY more important than having a Jungian doctor interpret my stupid dreams for an hour.

I'll post again tomorrow night. We might know something, tho probably not.

Love, gratitude and more love and more gratitude!

Bethie and BillyBob Cowboy