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I hate hospitals.
The second to last time I was in one I was watching my Grandma starve to death. And I was a cheap enough person that I only went that one time. Because I was selfish enough to think about myself and that it was too hard to watch her go like that.
Last night... I went to visit Bill in the hospital. I was super nervous about how he was going to look and what it would be like... I've never known anyone who's had their prostate removed. I've never been involved so directly with Cancer either. So I didn't want to be insensitive or callous, but I also didn't want to go in there all serious and worried...
So I walked into his hospital room and found him sitting up talking to my mom about the various political undertakings he's going to still try and get accomplished while he's laid up. Totally normal, regular Bill stuff. I pulled up a chair. He grinned as I tried to get my mother to stop telling the nurses how to do their jobs and to stop fiddling with his monitors and tubes. He listened to me talk about the stuff that's going on at work and with Richard. He even offered advice.
So I was planning to go back again tonight... I told him and my mom that last night. So this morning I was really surprised when my mom called at about 11:30 am to say that she was driving Bill home as we spoke. She sounded very happy... Much better then the (understandably) worried, scared mom that she's been for the last few weeks. Bill was upset because they discharged him before he got his lunch, which apparently was supposed to be ice cream.
All in all... I am thrilled that Bill is doing as well as he is, and that he doesn't have to be in the hospital any more... Because I hate hospitals, and thankfully I've never had to stay in one... I can't imagine how much someone who has to stay over night in a hospital must hate them.'
So now we wait. Bill heals. Bill gets tested monthly to see how he's doing. And then in 6 months the BIG test comes. The PSA test that determines whether or not they got all of the Cancer. If the PSA levels are Nil, then Bill is good and done with this particular crisis. If not... well, then there are options and scary words like "chemotherapy" and "metastasize"... We'll see... For now, the worst is over.
The second to last time I was in one I was watching my Grandma starve to death. And I was a cheap enough person that I only went that one time. Because I was selfish enough to think about myself and that it was too hard to watch her go like that.
Last night... I went to visit Bill in the hospital. I was super nervous about how he was going to look and what it would be like... I've never known anyone who's had their prostate removed. I've never been involved so directly with Cancer either. So I didn't want to be insensitive or callous, but I also didn't want to go in there all serious and worried...
So I walked into his hospital room and found him sitting up talking to my mom about the various political undertakings he's going to still try and get accomplished while he's laid up. Totally normal, regular Bill stuff. I pulled up a chair. He grinned as I tried to get my mother to stop telling the nurses how to do their jobs and to stop fiddling with his monitors and tubes. He listened to me talk about the stuff that's going on at work and with Richard. He even offered advice.
So I was planning to go back again tonight... I told him and my mom that last night. So this morning I was really surprised when my mom called at about 11:30 am to say that she was driving Bill home as we spoke. She sounded very happy... Much better then the (understandably) worried, scared mom that she's been for the last few weeks. Bill was upset because they discharged him before he got his lunch, which apparently was supposed to be ice cream.
All in all... I am thrilled that Bill is doing as well as he is, and that he doesn't have to be in the hospital any more... Because I hate hospitals, and thankfully I've never had to stay in one... I can't imagine how much someone who has to stay over night in a hospital must hate them.'
So now we wait. Bill heals. Bill gets tested monthly to see how he's doing. And then in 6 months the BIG test comes. The PSA test that determines whether or not they got all of the Cancer. If the PSA levels are Nil, then Bill is good and done with this particular crisis. If not... well, then there are options and scary words like "chemotherapy" and "metastasize"... We'll see... For now, the worst is over.