High noon
Tomorrow is our consultation with the oncologist at Hopkins, who, supposedly, specializes in esophogeal cancer.
At work this morning, I was close to having an anxiety attack. I kept focusing on a phone call with Dr. JC that took place last week, when I asked him if had received a CT scan report and he answered "Yes". Not, "Yes, and it looks good!" I didn't have the nerve to delve further.
I am so afraid.
On another note, I consider it extremely strange that NOT ONE PERSON from Tom's family has called to see how he is doing. Not even his own mother. It's been nine days since he went to see her personally and lay it on her.
Yeah, yeah, disfunction and crap. His folks divorced when he was young, he and his younger sister got shuffled from relation to relation because momma was a bartender - and couldn't be bothered to pick another trade so she could be home with her kids in the evenings. Nevertheless, Tom has always treated his mom like a queen and it seems that in his eyes she can do no wrong (I silently refer to her as Saint Patty). When we do get together (which we always have to initiate) we enjoy each other's company and there are no grudges, but still... your son has cancer and you don't call?
At work this morning, I was close to having an anxiety attack. I kept focusing on a phone call with Dr. JC that took place last week, when I asked him if had received a CT scan report and he answered "Yes". Not, "Yes, and it looks good!" I didn't have the nerve to delve further.
I am so afraid.
On another note, I consider it extremely strange that NOT ONE PERSON from Tom's family has called to see how he is doing. Not even his own mother. It's been nine days since he went to see her personally and lay it on her.
Yeah, yeah, disfunction and crap. His folks divorced when he was young, he and his younger sister got shuffled from relation to relation because momma was a bartender - and couldn't be bothered to pick another trade so she could be home with her kids in the evenings. Nevertheless, Tom has always treated his mom like a queen and it seems that in his eyes she can do no wrong (I silently refer to her as Saint Patty). When we do get together (which we always have to initiate) we enjoy each other's company and there are no grudges, but still... your son has cancer and you don't call?