I went to a new specialist yesterday to help figure out what is going on in my belly. After bazillions of tests already , firing one surgeon (fired? I guess that’s right since I told him he wasn’t a good match for me – I do believe I posted about that fella once before), anyway, after bazillions of tests, proceedures, hospital and office visits, I think I finally have the right person for the job. This doctor was wonderful! He came in and actually TALKED to me. We went over all the symptoms, past tests and possibities, and then on to what comes next. He never once interrupted or said anything condescending, he actually listened! WOW, I tell ya, in this state of mind that I am in right now this is B-I-G! I didn’t even cry! Not once! Not one tear was shed! Holy macaronni could this really be happening? Why yes indeed it is.
So here’s where we stand: up until Saturday, February 20, I can eat a few solid foods, (risky since I just lose it all), Sunday, February 21, I will drink a 4 litre concoction that will clean me right out top to bottom so that Monday, February 22, I will go in for a slew of proceedures that will take anywhere from 3 – 5 hours. I will be blissfully knocked out and will awake when everything has been done … that’s it … that’s all I have to do … lay there and let the skilled professionals do their thing to find some answers and make me well. OK, realistically I know it isn’t going to be a swell ride, just think, what if I am one of those people that isn’t really put all the way out and can see and feel the whole thing but can’t communicate that I am awake and am in excutiating pain and really, really do not appreciate all the jokes and banter about my out of shape pasty white body? What if? But, what if I am not? HAH! All will be swell.
In the meantime, I will continue to enjoy my now, semi-liquid diet (while still gaining weight – what’s up with that?) and look forward to the day when chocolate actually sounds good again. and more so than any of that, I will continue to be ever so very grateful for my darling, wonderful, ever so caring, deeply compassionate and endearingly patient mother who has been listening to my every sorrow without telling me to knock it off, grow up, take it all in stride, or any other terrible words that I don’t need to hear right now. My wonderful mom just lets me ramble. She listens, hugs and offers words of encouragement that help me make it through some of the toughest times in my life. I love her more than I can ever express.