This morning, Dennis and I went to the hospital near the Cancer Central so I could get my skinny intestine flushed.
The flushing is not a pleasant procedure, but we reassured ourselves with the expectation that I would at least be relieved of discomfort shortly after it was done. Hours later, I was surprised by the pain’s persistence and the call I received from the Gastro Ent.
He said the narrowing has grown smaller since August, that I likely need surgery, and that it might be a tumor causing it. This last point is highly unlikely, but the chance, slim as it might be, is out there.
We are SO used to this kind of back and forthing that we know better than to get worked up over MIGHTS. However, surgery is another thing altogether. We haven’t had to think of this since 2008.
For now, we are taking things moment by moment. First thing is a sigmoidoscopy tomorrow morning under full sedation. Then more updates to follow.
For tonight, it’s Top Chef Texas and perhaps a fire.