“Your biopsy results are back. Could you please call our office and ask for Lynn.”
By the time I got the message, my Gastroenterologist’s office was closed for the day.
It had already been over two months since I started having hoarseness of voice and a swallowing episode , so what was another 24 hours, I thought to myself.
That was a week ago Wednesday.
Everything came back fine.
I did question the test results when nurse Lynn told me the doctor found one nodule in the small intestine which he removed.
I said to Lynn..wait a minute..I only had the scope inserted down my throat. Are you sure you have the correct results? I repeated myself three times. Apparently the doctor inserted his scope all the way through my stomach and beyond.
Who’d a thunk?
While I never got to a state of panic the past two months, I did have a low-grade concern that my love of strong coffee had finally caught up with me, and the acid re-flux had morphed into the beginning stages of the C word.
Week ago Tuesday our two-year old grandson with downs syndrome was checked into the local hospital, then transferred to the University hospital with pneumonia and the dreaded RSV virus.
Those first 48 hours were scary.
He is home now and according to his mom (my daughter) 95% better.
Friend and fellow blogger Kristina will be with us, two more days, then heads back home on Saturday. While she has been here, we celebrated her birthday with her. I think this may be her 5th trip to Iowa since she first coming in 2008 with her son. Her second trip , she brought hubby. The last several she’s come alone, once she verified we were not ax murders.
Tuesday night, we invited Chris and Lindsay over to celebrate Kristina’s birthday with us. Chris used to work with me. Wife told the story about a stray dog that showed up on our property several years ago.
It was the oddest looking dog either one of us had ever seen. We already had Oscar the beagle so the stray could not stay. Short stumpy legs, and sad looking eyes. I know it was some kind of basset hound mix. Wife mentioned I’d put an ad in the local paper which basically said, if no one stepped forward, the dog was going to the vet and put down. (In reality I would not have done it, but drastic situations call for drastic measures.)
The bottle of home made wine may have been kicking in by this point. (The five of us shared a bottle.) Anyway, I got to laughing so hard, I could not breathe.
Kristina has done pet sitting the past several years, so you know she loves animals. The look on her face when she heard about my dastardly behavior…well, if looks could kill.
The three of us have been doing major decluttering the past two days with Kristina’s help. To set the tone, and keep us motivated, we watched another episode of hoarders last night.
Since we don’t watch much TV, I’d only seen snippets of the show.
What is it about the human heart and our love for stuff?
I have much to be thankful for….much.
Are you a saver? Have you ever had a scope down your throat? When’s the last time you really had a good laugh? If you’re a blogger, have you ever met any of your readers, and if so, tell me details! DM