Thursday, October 02, 2008

The beginning of something but I don't know what

Well the CT was Monday. This morning the doc called to tell me that he didn't have good news for me. The scan read similar to the xray in the indication of pleural plaques because of asbestos exposure but the kick in the gut was the following sentence: "4 cm right lower lobe parenchymal mass worrisome for malignancy". Shit. Through a few connections I was able to get him an appointment with a pulmonologist this afternoon (they first offered an appointment 8 days from now--sorry but you just can't expect normal intelligent people to sit and worry for a week--you know all about the squeaky wheel...I can squeak with the best of them) This blog may end up being my venting spot. I have no idea where we are headed but knowing me I will have to vent somewhere and this will probably be it. So, if any of you want a blog that is constantly full of perfume and roses, this probably isn't the one for you. We see the pulmonary guy at 2 today....keep a good thought.

6 comments:

Rob, Tina and the boys said...

Sending good thoughts and prayers. You'll be in my thoughts today.

Michele said...

All the best is sent from here. I have known many people with this problem as we had a vermiculite mine in the state. Asbestos is naturally occuring along with the vermiculite, so the entire town of Libby, MT is a superfund site because of the asbestos everywhere, including the school playgrounds, high school track, etc. Be strong! BigD will need all the support he can get. My prayers are with you....

Stephanie said...

I can't even imagine the worry you and your family are feeling. I will be praying for you all.

Sitting in Silence said...

Good Luck OHN...I sure know first hand how worrying news like this can be...(DH)...

Be strong and just go minute by minute...

I'll be thinking of you and checking in....

xoxoxoxo

My Prostate's in a Mason Jar by the Door said...

Vent your brains out. It is healthy to do so. Cry and write and vent and blog.

When I learned I had prostate cancer, I started writing in a journal where I recorded the people I met and the things I did and the feelings I had. It really helped me a lot. It also helped me to recognize the many funny things that were occuring and the amazing people I was meeting.

The act of writing truly helps you to sort through your thoughts and it touches a place inside that is otherwise rarely found.

So, vent away and know that it is OK!

God bless you.

Comedy Writer Jerry Perisho

beagle said...

Oh OHN . . . thinking of you.

xo
B