Good thoughts still coming! My dad had a kidney removed when he was 80. :eek: He was already fighting prostate cancer when they found cancer in his kidney and removed the kidney.
He came through the kidney removal just fine. I’m sure you’ll do better than an 80 year old!
Ok, here we go. [My surgery is today at noon. I am in “let’s get it over with” mood, and Brynda is being a rock. She is helpful with the medical stuff, but even the doctors are scratching their heads. I am only 32, in good health, and don’t have any risk factors like drinking or smoking. On the CT, it doesn’t look like any particular type of cancer. Weird.
The good news is that my parents are coming to visit from England. My mum had to get medical clearance, and then bought a ticket on Wednesday to fly on Saturday. I don’t want to think about what that must have cost. My dad is coming a week later; he is a business owner and has loose ends to tie up. They will be a big help to both of us, I think.
I’m beaming healing thoughts your way, Rick. If good wishes help, you, Brynda and your family should be pretty well stoked by now. The best of all possible luck to you!–Veb
Shit, posting on an unfamiliar laptop in the dark, so Rick won’t be disturbed in his medication-induced sleep.
The medical types keep saying what a big surgery it was. The mass of kidney, tumor and spleen was about football-sized, which is pretty damn enormous. He should feel better when it is gone.
The doctor made it clear that it is a hard road ahead. Stories of those who made it are much appreciated.
Rick is a wonderful, sweet man. We met here 7 years ago and fell in love. I waited so long for him.
Holy shit, that’s a big one. However Ripley’s has informed me you’re nowhere near the record, if that’s any comfort. Recovery is frustrating, but the little milestones and steps forward become very meaningful, so you’ll start seeing signs of recovery and encouragement soon.
Thanks, everyone, especially St. Germain. For now we are fine, but I will keep your kind offer in mind. We are up to 5 cats now, having adopted a stray a day or two after Rick’s diagnosis. He is sweet and loving good medicine for Rick.
Rick sat in a chair bedside for over an hour! Quite the accomplishment. He is such a trooper.
Brynda - I have one of those portable DVD players. Would you guys like to borrow it? I could throw Firefly in too, or the Colin Firth verson of Pride and Prejudice.
I’m going to offer some unsolicited advice. Please forgive me if I’m out of line.
Recovery is a lonely, scary, depressing time. (probably less so, since he has you.) Tell his friends that visiting in the evening is nice, but if they really want to help, they should come often and not *just *at night. If they can’t come, they should call.
It is frustrating to have to depend on others all the time. I recommend you let him try for himself (within the doctor’s bounds) whatever he wants. When you are used to doing for yourself and having that taken away it is so frustrating.
The drugs and pain may change him. If he isn’t himself, remember it is probably because he *isn’t *himself. But he will one day be himself again.
I haven’t had cancer, but I’ve had a few recoveries.