O, Brother
So, my brother apparently had a 3 cm mass at the base of his wind pipe. They did surgery Thursday evening and took 3 samples to biopsy. It will be a couple of days before anything is known but according to the half coherent ramblings of my mother Thursday evening, “they” thought something was going on cancer-wise when he went in with the blood-clots because some medication he was already on should have prevent those…unless some cancer was involved.
None of which I understand. What I do know is that my mom is freaked out and she is expecting me to make it all better somehow. So of course, I want to pull back, not get involved and stay away but that is not what I do. Which really isn’t all that helpful for my own coping with the situation.
When she started bitching (and I mean bitching) about how “they’re just practicing medicine, they don’t really know what they’re doing…” I had to interrupt her and tell her (in my “teacher” voice) that he was at one of the best hospitals in the country with the best doctors. That he couldn’t be at a better place than the U of M medical center for this sort of thing.
Of course, that is exactly what she wanted to hear, so she immediately de-escalated her rant.
So there I am, stepping up to the plate to make her feel better. I’m so easy. I am such a caretaker. There should be a pill for this.
A year ago on This Journey: I was producing snot and tears and finding employment results and answers .
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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What is essential? 2008
It’s not time for this 2007
results and answers 2006
snot and tears 2006
Summer School - blech! 2005
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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What is essential? 2008
It’s not time for this 2007
results and answers 2006
snot and tears 2006
Summer School - blech! 2005
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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What is essential? 2008
It’s not time for this 2007
results and answers 2006
snot and tears 2006
Summer School - blech! 2005
