Back into the healthcare vortex again today.
First, we stop of to visit the lymphedema specialist. She very nicely very seriously scolded Mr C for not following orders about what to do and not do with his “bad” arm. The arm that is missing 15 lymph nodes. She scared him. Too bad he didn’t see her earlier.
Next, we went to see the radiation oncologist. First, we waited around. And, waited around. And, waited some more. Doc Nuke’em recommended a 6 week course of radiation. He said that the first 2 weeks will be “no biggie” the next 2 weeks Carlton will be feeling fairly crappy and he said that the last two weeks will be “worse”. Just how worse he wouldn’t say. And, that it would take another 6 weeks to recover. Carlton is sort of with the program. He has an appointment for a pre-Nuke’em CAT scan next Friday with treatment starting as soon as his surgery is completely healed.
Hawai’i isn’t happening. Maybe in January. I keep thinking that the goddess is PUNISHING me for buying those 1st class tickets! (1st class non-refundable tickets I might add).
I am a little concerned about our sanity. Maybe just MY sanity. When he was really sick with the infection back in April and I was worried that he would die – well, I could deal with that. But a 6 week run of radiation – knowing that he will be getting sicker every day for 6 weeks… And, Carlton being a really bad patient. I am just plain worried. How will I manage? And, it will be winter. I hate winter. I’d say, screw it – I’ll just spend Xmas week in Paris – but that is when he’ll be the sickest.
I’ll just lay in a big stash of beer.
I think I’ll keep this theme for another day – might as well finish off the Day of the Dead.