Robin Writes

As many of you know, we’ve been dealing with a ton of you-know-what the last couple of years or so. Our son, our dog, my husband’s cancer diagnosis, and my dad’s estate and its accompanying b.s.

On Friday, my husband went in for his follow-up CT scans. I spent the weekend freaking out and worrying incessantly. Nothing seemed to faze him, although I’m sure he spared the whole thing a fleeting thought or two.

Finally, thanks to the holiday weekend, I got the call from the oncologist on Tuesday afternoon: all clear. Basically, this means no signs of metastatic disease, which is, of course, when the cancer has metastasized and spread to other areas.

Kidney cancer – which chemo and radiation do not treat – has a nasty way of showing up in the lungs, liver, brain, and bones. And, of course, his remaining kidney. Thank God, there are no signs.

Of course, in three more months we have to go through this again, but at least for two months I can relax a bit. I’d say that my husband could too, but he, apparently, isn’t expecting it to ever show up again. And I pray he’s right.

Oh, and I put my foot down – NO MORE tests done on Fridays, especially over a holiday weekend. You know this whole thing started over Memorial Day. Sigh. Too stressful.

So here’s how the week has been working out for me:

First, my son threw me for a loop when he came over on Wednesday and announced that he’d just had lunch with his birth father.

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This is the man who has not so much as sent a birthday card or made a phone call in almost seventeen years.

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When I get my brain wrapped around all this, I’ll get back to you. Maybe.

Yesterday, Thursday, I spent TWO hours making phone calls to try to get information about appealing that silly municipal court decision. No one knew anything. I got disconnected THREE times.

Finally, the legal department called me back, left a message, and…they didn’t know anything either. Sheesh.

Today I finally reached someone who didn’t know much either, but she did get answers and call me right back – God bless Margaret! I have only until Tuesday to file, and it will, of course, cost a few dollars – but considerably less than $800. Yes, yes, it’s a possibility that I’ll lose, but hey, it’s worth a shot.

First thing this morning, my husband had his CT scans – the three-month follow-up from his cancer surgery in June. He got home about 8:30 or so and said all they told him was that “some blood levels” were “kind of high”. Sigh.

After considerable research, and further questioning, I finally discovered what he was talking about. I made a few calls, and finally talked to the oncology nurse. It could be minor, it could mean something not so good. However, we won’t know a flippin’ thing until the doctor reviews it all on…TUESDAY.

I hate holiday weekends. I am never off, and neither is my husband, so why doesn’t everyone else have to work? I know, I know, blasphemy!

Back on Facebook, I discover several posts of encouragement and sympathy for a friend – I immediately called her, and it turns out her husband is having bypass surgery; they just took him into the OR. Had a massive heart attack while doing water aerobics, of all things. And he’s just 50. So, yeah, right now I’m eating a WHOLE chocolate bar instead of just half.

I mean really – for crying out loud and all that – isn’t it about time for EVERYthing to settle down??