As people who have read my posts know, in less than 72 hours, my mom and I will know the status of her situation. Mom seems stoic, and is trying to remain calm. This weekend, I'm going to try to engage in activities to take my mind off what happens this Monday. I'll talk to friends, and watch the Atlanta Braves games, and maybe the NBA Finals, as well as movies.
While I never like to predict, as I don't want to be devestated if my mom and I receive worse news than we think, my gut tells me that the prognosis is going to be something in the middle of the road, between the very best case scenario, and the very worst. My mom took these tests weeks ago, and my aunt, (Who has had many cancer scares, and many cancer tests, that thank God turned out to be nothing) keeps saying that if the doctors saw something alarming on the scans, they would have called my mom and told her "Sheila, it's bad, get in here for treatment now". That call hasn't come. The doctor we are going to see on Monday, told both my mom and me at our last meeting, that he wants my mom to have surgery, if the problem area turns out to be a small one, knock on wood. After discussing things with my aunt, and other friends and family members who know people with cancer, everyone agreed that no matter what the doctor says on Monday, my mom needs to go for a second opinion, before agreeing to surgery, or any treatment. I told her she must do this ASAP after we meet this doctor on Monday.
I know that I have the support of my friends with this situation, and I'm appreciative of it.
Mom and I went out to do some things today, a very hot and humid day in Lancaster, and she wasn't feeling well upon our return home, which concerned me greatly. She seems better now, thankfully.
In 72 hours time, I'll know the situation. As one can imagine in a situation like this, the waiting and the not knowing, is sometimes the most difficult part.
Mitch
While I never like to predict, as I don't want to be devestated if my mom and I receive worse news than we think, my gut tells me that the prognosis is going to be something in the middle of the road, between the very best case scenario, and the very worst. My mom took these tests weeks ago, and my aunt, (Who has had many cancer scares, and many cancer tests, that thank God turned out to be nothing) keeps saying that if the doctors saw something alarming on the scans, they would have called my mom and told her "Sheila, it's bad, get in here for treatment now". That call hasn't come. The doctor we are going to see on Monday, told both my mom and me at our last meeting, that he wants my mom to have surgery, if the problem area turns out to be a small one, knock on wood. After discussing things with my aunt, and other friends and family members who know people with cancer, everyone agreed that no matter what the doctor says on Monday, my mom needs to go for a second opinion, before agreeing to surgery, or any treatment. I told her she must do this ASAP after we meet this doctor on Monday.
I know that I have the support of my friends with this situation, and I'm appreciative of it.
Mom and I went out to do some things today, a very hot and humid day in Lancaster, and she wasn't feeling well upon our return home, which concerned me greatly. She seems better now, thankfully.
In 72 hours time, I'll know the situation. As one can imagine in a situation like this, the waiting and the not knowing, is sometimes the most difficult part.
Mitch
