Forward One, Back Two
May. 11th, 2005 09:14 amAccording to my dad, Mom was in for a colonoscopy yesterday, which looked good. The doc who did it also said he does not think she has cirrhosis after all: there's a marker for it that doesn't show up in her blood test. She's also scheduled for an ultrasound (of what? looking for what?)at the end of the month, which they are now waiting on.
I feel like I know less now than I did last week. I shall have to phone some time when I can be sure to catch my dad; he's not very forthcoming in e-mail and other than itching and tiredness, I'm not clear on what triggered Mom's round of doctor visits in the first place. No cirrhosis would be good, of course, and a healthy colon, but it makes whatever triggered Mom's current battery of medical stuff that much more mysterious, and opens the possibility that it's something worse. So here I am in limbo, waiting for news, waiting for something to happen.
Also, I'd like to collectively thank everyone for their replies to my last Mom post. I appreciate very much your thoughts and your being there. They mean a lot. I keep meaning to make individual thanks, but I am very rough and awkward with being comforted. It feels like trying to run in waist-deep molasses, coming up with ways to express my gratitude, but please know that you have it.
I feel like I know less now than I did last week. I shall have to phone some time when I can be sure to catch my dad; he's not very forthcoming in e-mail and other than itching and tiredness, I'm not clear on what triggered Mom's round of doctor visits in the first place. No cirrhosis would be good, of course, and a healthy colon, but it makes whatever triggered Mom's current battery of medical stuff that much more mysterious, and opens the possibility that it's something worse. So here I am in limbo, waiting for news, waiting for something to happen.
Also, I'd like to collectively thank everyone for their replies to my last Mom post. I appreciate very much your thoughts and your being there. They mean a lot. I keep meaning to make individual thanks, but I am very rough and awkward with being comforted. It feels like trying to run in waist-deep molasses, coming up with ways to express my gratitude, but please know that you have it.