I hate not knowing
I’m a planner. I’m a fairly organized person. I like to know what is going on, and I generally like to be in charge of the situation. Like I said, I’m a planner.
And right now, I’m in a terrible position. I don’t know anything.
As of Friday, my dad had Spinal Stenosis. They operated on him, and the doctor was very pleased with the surgery. He wanted to have a neurologist check my dad out, just to make sure, but he was pleased.
Saturday we had a new diagnosis. An aneurysm in dad’s spinal column. AMY, AVM, something like that. A garble of letters that were very frightening, but the doctors assured us were non-life threatening. Just the same though, they were going to transfer my dad from the local hospital to a major university medical school 25 miles away.
Sunday evening, we have another diagnosis. A tumor. So now he is in Neurological ICU. We don’t know if it is benign or malignant. We don’t know if it is one, or multiple. We don’t know much of anything.
They MAY do another MRI today. They MAY operate today. They MAY operate on Tuesday instead. We don’t know.
My in-laws are in town. They arrived Saturday afternoon. They MAY be leaving today. They MAY stay longer. Again, we don’t know.
I hate not knowing. I don’t know how this week is going to go. I don’t know where I need to be, or when. I don’t know who will be watching my children, and when, because whenever they do surgery, I will be there.
It will all get figured out. Probably at the last minute, but right now, I don’t know.
I hate not knowing.
And right now, I’m in a terrible position. I don’t know anything.
As of Friday, my dad had Spinal Stenosis. They operated on him, and the doctor was very pleased with the surgery. He wanted to have a neurologist check my dad out, just to make sure, but he was pleased.
Saturday we had a new diagnosis. An aneurysm in dad’s spinal column. AMY, AVM, something like that. A garble of letters that were very frightening, but the doctors assured us were non-life threatening. Just the same though, they were going to transfer my dad from the local hospital to a major university medical school 25 miles away.
Sunday evening, we have another diagnosis. A tumor. So now he is in Neurological ICU. We don’t know if it is benign or malignant. We don’t know if it is one, or multiple. We don’t know much of anything.
They MAY do another MRI today. They MAY operate today. They MAY operate on Tuesday instead. We don’t know.
My in-laws are in town. They arrived Saturday afternoon. They MAY be leaving today. They MAY stay longer. Again, we don’t know.
I hate not knowing. I don’t know how this week is going to go. I don’t know where I need to be, or when. I don’t know who will be watching my children, and when, because whenever they do surgery, I will be there.
It will all get figured out. Probably at the last minute, but right now, I don’t know.
I hate not knowing.