TOUGH DAY TODAY

Poor Spod.  It was a tough day for him.  The oncologist never phoned.  I finally called our own Dr. to find out why.  They told me that they couldn't get hold of the oncologist but they had made us an appointment for the naturopathic oncologist.  For Sept. 11th!  No frigging way!!  I don't mind seeing the naturopathic one but what Spod really really needs is to get this whole ball rolling.  A biopsy, a detailed diagnosis, a prognosis and a treatment plan.  So I talked directly to Myron (our dr.) and told him that Spod's tummy was going to split open from built up fluid if we didn't get this whole thing going IMMEDIATELY.  So he told us to go to the hospital.  Emergency.  So at 4:30 we walked through those doors.  And now its 11 pm and I just got home, without Spod.

I am so glad we went.  It was a very long day of cat scans etc.. but they have admitted him and they are going to 'tap' his tummy to relieve the pressure and use that to determine what kind of cancer it is. The awesome doctor we had was very upfront and frank with us.  He basically said that there was a good chance that even a biopsy at this point is too invasive.  The cancer has spread to his liver and he felt that the oncologist will recommend 'comfort' measures which might include an operation.  But he was pretty clear that the cancer has spread beyond 'cure'.  He even made a strong suggestion that Spod make a living will.  So I feel its pretty clear what the future holds for him.  :(

Anyway, they are going to do everything in the next couple of days and until I hear it out of the

WAITING WAITING WAITING

oncologist's mouth, I am going to hold out hope.  

He has such an amazing attitude.  We were in a very small room with two other people.  The three of them were in recliners, hooked up to saline and morphine.  I don't know if it was the drugs or not but they were both so funny and the mom of the 22 yr old girl in there was a real hoot.  Spod, filterless Spod, was making the funniest remarks and had us in stitches!  In fact the mom and I exchanged phone numbers.  She was so cool and I think we can be friends.  We spent hours and hours with them.  Makes the whole hospital thing so much better.

Anyway, just ate a fish filet from McD's and I am trying to calm Parker down.  He will not leave me alone.  He keeps bashing his head into me and howling.  And then he lays down right under my chair…something he has never ever done.  Its like he knows something is up.  I am back in the hospital at ten in the morning.  Poor Spod looked so little and frail and lost laying in that bed when I left.  I want to get back to him asap…they told me not til ten though.  I will report back here as soon as I know something new.  I am hoping to bring him home tomorrow.  Fingers crossed.  TTYL