Could Sure Use Some Friends with Funny Bones (@_@)

Hi, y'all

MsPeevish here.i am moving my future threads to the non-invasive category, see you there, I hope.
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Hi, SaraAnne and Catherine:

I feel I have two good friends than I had a few weeks ago, and I want to thank you for that.

Update--I decided to switch docs to Dr. Gill at USC, especially after spending almost an hour with his PA. Dr. Gill agreed to see me on his day off, as soon as he landed from Amsterdam. They both spent time with me, and assured they treat me like their USC family, and I have to say, that they have.

I have considerable pain this time. Was not expecting that, since the first TURBT (?) didn't slow me down at all. I got Detrol-LA for what they think is spasms, and this helps, but there is still other pain that is not spasms, and it hurts me enough to keep me awake at night. At the hospital, they gave me IV Dilaudid for this, so i am so aware of the difference. Now, at home, I can only get the Detrol-LA and baby Norco (5 mg).

Has anyone else gone through this? The difference between now and the last treatment is the multiple (7) tumors, some near my ureter which required a stent, and the mytocin wash. I should add that I am not a total wimp when it comes to pain, but this is bad. Should I continue to harass Dr. gill's office on Mon, or just hug my heating pad? Something tells me that the energy would be wasted, since the FDA makes it next to impossible for docs to prescribe opium derivatives outside of the hospital environment without ridiculous scrutiny.

And now for something completely different, but even sadder than my pity party. My beloved Annie's husband, Mark, died just before I went into surgery. I only found out on the way home, and my crappy timing is keeping me from her and her girls. She is my best friend in the whole world. She totally understands, but I hate it that she has to be even the smallest bit concerned about me, when she has just lost her husband and her girls have lost their father. I hate this cancer shit.

Wah, wah, wah. Bad day.

Mercedes

Hey, Y'all!

Good news and sad news.

First, the incredible fantastically awesome good news. Turns out Dr. Gill is the same Dr. Gill we know frkqqii,q,qkom the Cleveland Clinic, but now is at USC Norris. The Gods are speaking for ol' Merc, they are.

I went to the Loma Linda pre-op last week, and asked again for pain meds to no avail, as the grimKo was either in surgery or hiding in the toilet. As soon as I got home, I called Dr. Gill's nurse, Blanca, and whined to her about everything. She told me that he is only working Mons and Weds the next two months or so, and lecturing world-wide in between. After a second, she said she would call me back if she could talk Dr. Gill into seeing me in three days, a Tuesday. So, guess what? She calls him in Amsterdam (!), and he agrees to drive over directly from the airport, to see me. Is this man a God or what?

I go in with the one paltry page of Ko notes from my last cystoscopy (of course, the only record available on such short notice, and 25 cents a page at that). Dr. Gill was politely horrified at the lack of coverage and detail given under my circumstances, and offered to schedule me for surgery June 12. As he left, he turned back and shook my hand and told me that he now considers me to be family at USC, and will be treated like family should be. OK, sniff. Got to me. Awesome human, awesome doc. And best of all, we spent at least 15 minutes just trading war stories and LAUGHING. Take that, you Ko you.

Now I have really sad news. My bestest friend in the whole world is Annie. She is one of the good ones. Her husband Mark, was diagnosed with BC, with mets to the lungs, bones and kidneys. Basically, cancer of the everything, with absolutely no symptoms. He was originally diagnosed in Feb, and probably will not make it much past the next two months. Fortunately, they have lots of family and friend support, and I will visit for a few days as soon as I can. Although Mark isn't eating much these days, he has always found my burnt meatloaf delicious. Being of Welsh descent, my go-to recipes all end up cooked to the grey or black stage, and covered with something lumpy. Mmm-mm-mmm.

Must go now, falling asleep. Wish Mark a peaceful journey home, and I will write again soon.

Schmooches - Merc