What I do know: • I don’t have tumors in my brain. • I don’t have tumors in my lungs. • I don’t have tumors in my chest, abdomen or pelvis. • I love my wife. What I don’t know: • I don’t know the outcome of my adrenal tumor biopsy. • I don’t know [...] [...]
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Friday is the day Dr. Pippas does his administrative work. I don’t know how the man gets everything he has to do…done, even with a Friday to tie up loose ends. Since Friday is his paperwork/research day, I was hoping he’d be able to sandwich in a phone conversation with me about our trip to [...] [...] After much cussing and fidgeting, I have finally figured out how to edit (crudely, and with huge apologies to Hal Pope and other friends who are professional video people, who are going to laugh out loud when they see what a sucky job I did editing this video) and get it posted to YouTube. Because [...] [...] First of all, a big thank you to the angel who provided flight time for us today. What got accomplished in exactly 11.5 hours would have taken two whole days and more energy and expense than we had to throw at it right here at the holidays. Despite the great flying accommodations, it was still [...] [...] I had a nice conversation with Dr. Tamorie Smith this morning. I was up front with her that I had beaten her up pretty badly in my last evening blog post. She was really nice and we had a great, although short, conversation. She answered all my questions with professional ease and I feel good [...] [...] Jill and I are getting ready for the trip to lower Manhattan on Friday. Someone with access to a plane has generously given us some of their flight time for this trip, so we’ll be leaving early Friday morning and coming back on Friday evening. The opportunity to go up and back is a real [...] [...] I didn’t sleep much last night. The last time I looked at the clock, the green digital numbers read 3:45 a.m. I was grinding on the realization that my 8:15 appointment (only 8-, then 7-, then 6-, then 4-and-change-hours away) would tell the story about whether or not the stereotactic radiosurgery had put a proper [...] [...] Yesterday morning, Jill and I decided we were on the road to nowhere. A call to Dr. Pippas and an explanation of the depth of my exhaustion and the severity of my pain sent us packing to the beautiful, newly-renovated and improved E.D. (Hint: does stand for emergency department) at The Medical Center. Although I’ve [...] [...] I wish you had been able to see what — hands down — the most painful moment I have experienced through all three of my bouts with renal cell carcinoma. I think this happened on Wednesday morning. My nurse, Kay Quattlebaum and Theresa, her hospital tech and Ellen Harden, a good friend of our family [...] [...] |
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