AJ (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rizalboy) wrote,@ 2007-03-21 10:49:00 |
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Again: Fuck you Cancer
Elissa will be in surgery today for a biopsy. After noting some calcification and growth along the scar lines of her original lumpectomy, the doctors figured it was nothing. Unfortunately for us, they were talking out of their collective stupid fucking asses. So some lab had "misplaced" some of her mammograms over the past year. And working from incomplete information the doctors were like, "Yeah it's nothing. Come in on April 23 and we will get rid of that." Two days later, they find the missing mammograms and are able to view the growth of this finding over a period of time.
So, they call us up and say, "Hey, I know we fucked up and all and we don't mean to scare the living shit outta you, but how do you feel about coming in for a biopsy immediately? How's 8 AM this Monday sound?" For those in the know, this is usually not a fun sign. She declines the Monday and Tuesday offering of immediate surgery because she was accompanying Sam on a field trip on Tuesday and didn't want to be out of commission for it. So she goes in today. And I cannot be there.
We will get the pathology on Friday or Monday. Again I ask, for those who pray, please do so. For those who make random wishes, throw her in there. Her birthday is Monday the 26th.
I'm taking her to our Bed and Breakfast in Havre de Grace this weekend. We're gonna have a $200 bottle of Champagne from the northern Champagne region. We're gonna eat at this lovely little restaraunt on the water looking at the Chesapeake. If it's cold, we're gonna light the fireplace in the room (actually it's the entire floor of a mansion. Apparently, they like me at this Bed and Breakfast). We're gonna cuddle and we're gonna do whole bunches of nothing while telling cancer to go fuck itself.
Happy Birthday to my baby.
Elissa will be in surgery today for a biopsy. After noting some calcification and growth along the scar lines of her original lumpectomy, the doctors figured it was nothing. Unfortunately for us, they were talking out of their collective stupid fucking asses. So some lab had "misplaced" some of her mammograms over the past year. And working from incomplete information the doctors were like, "Yeah it's nothing. Come in on April 23 and we will get rid of that." Two days later, they find the missing mammograms and are able to view the growth of this finding over a period of time.
So, they call us up and say, "Hey, I know we fucked up and all and we don't mean to scare the living shit outta you, but how do you feel about coming in for a biopsy immediately? How's 8 AM this Monday sound?" For those in the know, this is usually not a fun sign. She declines the Monday and Tuesday offering of immediate surgery because she was accompanying Sam on a field trip on Tuesday and didn't want to be out of commission for it. So she goes in today. And I cannot be there.
We will get the pathology on Friday or Monday. Again I ask, for those who pray, please do so. For those who make random wishes, throw her in there. Her birthday is Monday the 26th.
I'm taking her to our Bed and Breakfast in Havre de Grace this weekend. We're gonna have a $200 bottle of Champagne from the northern Champagne region. We're gonna eat at this lovely little restaraunt on the water looking at the Chesapeake. If it's cold, we're gonna light the fireplace in the room (actually it's the entire floor of a mansion. Apparently, they like me at this Bed and Breakfast). We're gonna cuddle and we're gonna do whole bunches of nothing while telling cancer to go fuck itself.
Happy Birthday to my baby.
