So we arrived in NY yesterday afternoon. Around halfway through the cab ride to the hotel, I was given a whisper from my tummy that the next 12 hrs or so would not go as I had planned. Around 4 in the morning, the evacuation notice had reached everything it was intended to reach and I was able to get some sleep.
Karen and I were both a little concerned that this bug would continue on into our afternoon scans, but that wasn't the case. I was weakened by this bug, but was able to lay in the CT machine, breathing and not breathing when prompted...all the while not leaving more on the machine than a picture of my inside.
After about 30 minutes of IV/scans, we left Sloan to find something to eat. Karen suggested we try a place that was on the way back to the hotel. It was delicious. There was a side of Mac N Cheese that we decided to share before our main course arrived. It was delicious. It wasn't going to cause any sort of breaking the seal I had worked so hard to create last night. The dish was filled with all sorts of different cheeses and the best part...well, the top was a nice layer of burnt cheese. About halfway through the Mac N Cheese, I reach for my water. The CT folks were adamant about me flushing out the IV that was used to create contrast in the scans. Before I can place the glass down to give myself open, prepared hands, I see Karen taking her spoon to scrape off the entire top of the burnt cheese layer that remained. After seeing how upset I was, Karen starts spewing off excuses and burnt cheese (as she couldn't wait to finish her food before cleaning her conscious) such as, "It's for your own good. Your tummy couldn't handle it", "You were done. You needed to save room and focus on the main course" and, "I deserve this after you stole the covers because the stomach bug left you shaking".
Tomorrow we head into Sloan to find out the results of the scans. I'm praying that we find comfort in whatever direction the results send us, but also I'm hoping really hard that we are ready for surgery. I would really appreciate it that you all would do the same...once the UNF game is over, of course.


I am praying very, very hard for surgery. And my gastrointestinal tract is also sending you good vibes because as a Crohn's patient, it has sent me many messages as the one you have described. Good luck good friend! (And Karen totally deserves the crusty cheese!) :)
ReplyDeleteHmmmm, I obviously need some help with these blogging things. If only Brian were here to help me with my technology..... ;) I'm praying for surgery and your stomach!..... and Karen to put up with you! ;)
ReplyDeletePrayers are the easy part here!! Sending lots of those for you! I finished Chemo yesterday, now to get through side effects! I think we can get this stuff done!!!
ReplyDeleteBeen praying ever since the diagnosis - praying especially hard today. Praying for surgery, for your strength, for peace, for your marriage, and for extra coverage for Harper while you're away.
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