February 1, 2013

  • Bad News For The Beast

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    When the Beast got up this morning, he delivered the news to me that I've been kind of dreading.  His bladder cancer is back again.  We knew this was going to happen since it can't be cured, only controlled to some extent.  I called the doctor's office and the snotty little nurse said to me, *Well, how do you KNOW it's back?*  I said, *After three times plus a cancerous prostate, I think he knows, don't you?*  She actually made a *tut* sound and then said, less snotty, *The doctor is going to want to know exactly what signs he's having.*  So I told her the difficulty urinating plus bleeding.  I think it was the bleeding that got her more than anything but he's got an appointment for next Friday.  At least right now it's for next Friday. 

    I found out that all the doctors share the same nurse and that is the one that is so brutal.  However, if he goes to the doctors office in either Gadsden or Fort Payne, they have different nurses there that insert that...ahem!...tv tube into his private area.  So we put the appointment on hold until I talk to the Beast and I'll call back to let her know what he wants to do.  He described her as a real good looking gal but hands like a blacksmith with the way she did things. 

    What this all means is that, sometime soon, the Beast will be having surgery again.  Every surgery carries a risk.  He's been lucky so far that the tumors have not infiltrated the bladder wall to injure the bladder to the point that it has to be removed.  I know the Beast would rather die than have to carry around a pee bag.  Or he could NOT come out from under the anesthesia.  All unacceptable but unavoidable risks. 

    Say a little prayer for him if you think of it, won't you?