We now have two weeks until we do the big evaluation.
Matt is working again. He is also sleeping a lot, and having some incontinence issues which makes dressing changes... interesting. He is also having longer lucid periods that make it possible to work well. I'm glad the doctor let him, if a little surprised it's actually happening.
Doc says that healing is proceeding a pace. We still can't tell if the cancer is thoroughly licked yet,
but there is nothing to say yet that it won't be. We should be seeing some serious progress in the next two weeks. He said it was over 90% gone. But the last part is the root of the thing, and that is a bit of a different animal. he didn't say it, but the implication was there.
IF there are some healing issues with various challenges at this point, we may have to do some things that
kind of freak me out. Ostomy. The c word. Yeah, not happy with that idea, though as a temporary measure I could deal. Oh, who am I kidding. If he needed one for the rest of his life, I could deal with that.
It would be hard, but I would deal. But I can't say I'd look forward to it.
Because dad had one before he died. And yes, I have dad issues. I'm sure that doesn't make me special.
Things are so nebulous and uncertain that it's hard to blog about it.
I have some very good friends who cheer me up, and talk to me when I'm crazy. They have really helped me out. You know who you are, and I love you guys. I'm serious. After this we may as well reboot civilization together. You can handle it, I'm sure.
At some point, when I'm not super tired, I will regale you with the tale of my four hour visit to the
wound clinic. Wonderful people, severely understaffed. I wonder if there was a game that day, and only the dedicated punched in.
This has been your update. Fare well, and good night.
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