So very concerned about my friend LB, who had emergency abdominal surgery Sunday because they finally decided that the reason she kept throwing up (for over a month!) was that she had some kind of blockage, and did a CT on her (which they should have done a lot sooner if you ask me). She had to have part of her stomach removed (because it was dead) and they did what is called a Roux-en-Y bypass on what was left of her stomach. The cause of the problem is this honking great tumor snuggled up around her aorta and other such essential things, and it had strangled her small bowel. They already knew she has breast cancer cells in her liver, and now this. They want to put her on this new chemotherapy drug that’s just been approved (that’ll be $16,000 a month, thank you very much), that her oncologist is very excited about. This is all a major setback for her. With my background as a medical transcriptionist, this is one of the times when I can read the bad news between the lines and just have to keep my mouth shut. It just breaks my heart.
I get to have a surveillance CT myself Monday to make sure some of my health problems aren’t acting up again. But that’s Monday.
I did have this one tiny victory yesterday. Each time I go to physical therapy for the new knee, the first thing I do is go on the exercise bicycle. I push the pedals as far around as I can, gently forcing my left knee to bend as much as I can. Yesterday, it bent enough that I could go all the way around on the pedals. (Slowly, slowly, slowly, climbs the snail up Mount Fuji. . . . .)
This evening, to celebrate, I’m doing two loads of laundry. Such is life.