oh fucking hell
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verushka70Found out this past Monday it's adenocarcinoma in my mom's lung. They told us Friday the needle biopsy was "suggestive of cancer" & the doc said he believed it was cancer, but the pathology report wasn't done until Monday, so that's when we found out. Monday is the appointment with the pulmonary oncologist. I am guessing he'll say immediate surgical resection -- maybe lobectomy -- and chemo, plus probably radiation too. At least surgery & chemo, would be my guess. Not that I'm such an expert or anything.
My step-dad went into the hospital Tuesday. He came home Friday. They couldn't figure out what might be wrong. They suspected the low heart rate his pacemaker was set to. Did an angioplasty to see if his coronary arteries were clogged again -- they weren't. So the pacemaker nurse adjusted it so that when he exerts himself, it will go up to 60-70 bpm. I would really like to know how the pacemaker knows when he exerts himself -- does it sense increased blood pressure? Does it have chemoreceptors to sense decreasing levels of oxygen in the blood? I dunno... it's freaky. We'll see if that adjustment helps. He & my mom went for a walk this afternoon, and when they came back, he asked me to check his pulse. It was 60. He'd rested a few minutes when he'd received a phone call, so it might have been higher when they first got back.
Got my mom to go see V for Vendetta with me. As the credits rolled, she smiled and said, "What a wonderfully seditious film." Good ol' mom. She may be 67, but a little part of her is a young revolutionary. She declared it a great film in the car on the way home. I knew I got it from somewhere... well, and my father too.
I hope she is that much of a fighter for herself against the adenocarcinoma.
I should've read and studied for my Med/Surg exam on Monday. I just don't care to -- don't want to, don't care to, would rather escape all my terrible thoughts and pressures by just... reading or watching TV or listening to music. I have lost all motivation. I got a 94 on my pharmacology exam this past Thursday -- and it was NOT by studying. It was just luck; it was because I've been an asthmatic and had so many allergy, sinus infection, and common cold problems so many times, I knew a lot about the drugs and classes we studied in this section BEFORE they were discussed in our pharmacology class. I didn't learn many new things about them, and what I already knew proved invaluable. Of course, I'm sure the final won't be that way. But I can't make myself care.
I'm going to post HCL stories I wrote in March that I just finished editing from malnpudl's beta comments.
It's the only thing that gives me joy lately... escapism, whether by movies, DVDs, reading fic, writing fic. RL has sucked so badly for so much of the last few years, no wonder I live so much in my head.
My step-dad went into the hospital Tuesday. He came home Friday. They couldn't figure out what might be wrong. They suspected the low heart rate his pacemaker was set to. Did an angioplasty to see if his coronary arteries were clogged again -- they weren't. So the pacemaker nurse adjusted it so that when he exerts himself, it will go up to 60-70 bpm. I would really like to know how the pacemaker knows when he exerts himself -- does it sense increased blood pressure? Does it have chemoreceptors to sense decreasing levels of oxygen in the blood? I dunno... it's freaky. We'll see if that adjustment helps. He & my mom went for a walk this afternoon, and when they came back, he asked me to check his pulse. It was 60. He'd rested a few minutes when he'd received a phone call, so it might have been higher when they first got back.
Got my mom to go see V for Vendetta with me. As the credits rolled, she smiled and said, "What a wonderfully seditious film." Good ol' mom. She may be 67, but a little part of her is a young revolutionary. She declared it a great film in the car on the way home. I knew I got it from somewhere... well, and my father too.
I hope she is that much of a fighter for herself against the adenocarcinoma.
I should've read and studied for my Med/Surg exam on Monday. I just don't care to -- don't want to, don't care to, would rather escape all my terrible thoughts and pressures by just... reading or watching TV or listening to music. I have lost all motivation. I got a 94 on my pharmacology exam this past Thursday -- and it was NOT by studying. It was just luck; it was because I've been an asthmatic and had so many allergy, sinus infection, and common cold problems so many times, I knew a lot about the drugs and classes we studied in this section BEFORE they were discussed in our pharmacology class. I didn't learn many new things about them, and what I already knew proved invaluable. Of course, I'm sure the final won't be that way. But I can't make myself care.
I'm going to post HCL stories I wrote in March that I just finished editing from malnpudl's beta comments.
It's the only thing that gives me joy lately... escapism, whether by movies, DVDs, reading fic, writing fic. RL has sucked so badly for so much of the last few years, no wonder I live so much in my head.
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