I'm Might Be Dumb, But He's Ugly

The pump is finally out, my digestive system seems to be returning to normal and I actually have a little bit of hair growth.  I have already had the follow-up CT scan which showed no growth, and most importantly, no spreading.

Let me lay out just how clueless I can be sometimes.  Before the CT scan I am wondering to myself:

"Self?"
"Yeah, Steph?"
"Um, why do you think they are scanning me again?"
"Doctor stuff..."
"Oh...ok."

Then we meet with the oncologist who informs me that the scan is relatively unchanged from the first one performed back in January.   I begin round two of my self-inquisition:

"Me again."
"Yessss?"
"Guess they didn't need to do the scan after all, I mean if nothing has changed."
"Hm, well, they seem happy about it so I guess that's good."
"K."

Well, after the scan I realize that David seems unusually relieved.  I decided that questions were in order, apparently I am missing something here.  After I question him, I learn that the purpose of that second scan was to determine if there had been any compromise to any of my other internal organs.  You know, important ones like your kidneys and liver, lungs and the like.  The right two neurons fire in my brain and I realize that this whole time waiting for the results, I had been blissfully unaware that this problem even existed and that poor David had been legitimately concerned for the whole week waiting for the report which pronounced me free and clear.  Well, except for the whole esophagus/stomach thing.  DERP.   

Today was the trip out to Northwestern to have the follow-up endoscopy with ultrasound.  I have to tell you.....I really have a strong dislike for 'ol Jeffrey, but then I saw him....(shudder).  This guy is UGLY, not just mildly unattractive or slightly disturbing, but full-on John Carpenter's The Thing kind of ugly.  Here is his Glamour Shot session:

Ugly little spud ain't he?  I know the image is a little hard to see, but the third color picture from the left is Jeffrey.  And he looks pissed.  The second picture from the left is where he is worming his way into my stomach.  What an asshole.  The good thing is, because they could actually get the scope through this time, the G.I. doc was able to get a good look and believes that I am a good candidate for the surgery.  There is the faint possibility I won't lose the entire stomach in the process, but I am waiting for the surgeon's opinion on that one.  I should hear by the end of the week at the latest what the general ballpark guess is for surgery.  Could be 2 weeks from now and it could be 6 weeks from now.  All I can reckon is that the sooner he's out the better.

More news as I gets it. 
Love you all~