So, things are starting to pick up a little speed and start going in something that resembles a direction.
1. Endoscopic Ultrasound scheduled for Monday the 23rd - CHECK
2. Appointment with Dr. Awesome (a.k.a. Surgeon) in Chicago is scheduled for next Wednesday in Chicago, they will also be performing a PET scan on that day so I can tease Jeffrey with a little sugar and make him squirm. This will tell us the stage: I, II, III, or IV - CHECK
3. Appointment with the oncologist scheduled for next Thursday the 26th - CHECK
4. Seeing my GP this evening so we can both have a good laugh about how every time I come in with some little complaint, we end up in a hospital. I would take him a fifth of bourbon if I thought he would actually drink it. - CHECK
This is really more of just a general update than anything else. My pithy muscle is rather flabby today, perhaps tomorrow will see another witty tirade against the little butt-munch.
The more I think about him the more Jeffrey PISSES ME OFF! If Dr.Awesome and the Oncologist (wasn't that a Marilyn Monroe movie?) need help stomping Jeffrey's ass from here to Toledo, volunteer my name. I'm up for it. I'll tech the little shit not to mess with MY baby!! [Dad]
ReplyDelete*teach* not tech, why doesn't this thing have spell check?
DeleteI love you Dad =)
ReplyDeleteI've got you on so many prayer chains through the network of my friends, that God had to hire an assistant. There is much activity at His house - no breaks allowed (well, maybe for a little coffee). I thought I heard Him talking about Jeffrey, and he used a very bad word. I also understand He's practicing his own "kicking Jeffrey to the curb" techniques. Now THERE's something to fear, eh? The army groweth..... I love you, precious girl, Mama
ReplyDeleteYou sure are pretty today.
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