Friday morningI'm at home today, resting and coughing, and generally feeling rotten. It's the way people feel after having a tube poked down the throat and then another stuck through the skin. (With any luck at all, the incision on my throat will be in a wrinkle!)
As the previous post states (written by my son), there was no lung surgery yesterday. I talked with the doctor this morning. He said that the PET scan showed cancer in my lymph nodes, and then the mediastenoscopy (another tube in the chest) showed the same, and so it was decided that chemo was best at this time, followed by surgery in a few months.
Not what I wanted to hear. I get to go see him again next week, after I visit with the oncologist. Crud. and @$&^*.
I've been told that the tumor is about the size of a golf ball. (Do I have any golfers in my group? Get out your big clubs!)
Y'know, while I was waiting yesterday, I could feel everyone's presence with me, like y'all were there, holding my hand. Thanks. This awful journey would be unbearable without you.
I'll be back later, gotta go lie down.
Oh, and special thanks to E and K and T. They know why.