Hurray! It is not an abscess on Mr. Stump! So, then it was off to a bone specialist, whom had to add that it is not an abscess, nor is the growth anything he had ever seen in his career as a surgeon!
Oh great, just great! Kris gets to be unique yet again! Arrrrrrrrgh!
So next up is a CAT scan - five hours worth! Who have ever heard of such a thing? I think my longest CAT scan, ever, was perhaps six minutes in length!
And the big day came and went ...
Well, first off, I was sicker than a dog. Shades of my father's nervous digestive tract? I hope not! Lord, I do not want to go through life chained to a bathroom every-time something challenging occurs! With seven marriages, I have no idea how he did not die of dehydration!
So, they installed the IV (I HATE needles!). Hopped in the CAT machine, and 45 minutes later I was out of there with my life back! Well, but ...
I have had lots of IV's through the years and never have I had one EXPLODE!
I am just laying there and suddenly there is this warm liquid on the small of my back, then my shoulder, then the ceiling over me, the walls, the floor and the nurse trying to stop the IV! Such a mess!
About 35 minutes later, we started up again and 8 minutes later they were happy with the results and calling in a bio-hazard report! LOL!
What to do now?
I headed over to Olive Garden and celebrated.
Then to Leathercrafters, to sniff the leather and pick up supplies for a holster rebuild I am doing on a 150 year old cavalry holster. Have to have it done by March 12th. Oh did you know I actually hold a masters of Art in Leathercraft? LOL so worthless! but, it is the only degree I actually finished. A Bachelor's in Computers and a Doctorate in Theology both suffer from my refusal to take a course called, Human Sexuality. Yeah, I am so hard-headed, as the dean of the Columbia put it. :)
Now to wait until next week sometime for the read out on the lump ...
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very late Friday night update
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So got a call from the surgeon whom had ordered the rather hilarious CAT Scan. And laughter now ends.
Sometime between now and Monday, I am on stand-by for an emergency MRI on the lump. No explanation, nope only a doctor could convey the results in a meaningful way ... right.
Obviously, they think they are dealing with cancer as far as the lump goes.
No I am not exactly happy about this. And just when I am in need of emotional support - of course there is none. Just rote words but no voices I would desire. Texts are cold and painful.
When I was a senior in High School I had a friend, Kirby Anderson, or maybe it was Steve. One was my friend, the other was the younger brother. The older had bone cancer and lost his leg in 9th grade. By 12th grade it had been found in his other leg and the doctors decided that it was time to take the other leg. He refused and slowly died in 1973.
I have pondered this for many decades. Right? Wrong? Humanist perspective? Christian? I have wrestled with this. What would I have done ... ? Well I guess by Monday I had better have the answer to that one ...
Your prayers appreciated.
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