Massive News
Okay…I am ridiculously busy right now, but I gotta get this shit out there. This entry is kinda all over the place, so I apologize.
I spoke with my Mom’s Oncologist today…she was out on Vacation, and I’ve been hella concerned over us not being able to begin Chemo. She called me back today, and we spoke about my Mom’s condition…
As far as she’s concerned, my Mom DOES NOT have cancer. Let that sit for a sec.
My MOM…does NOT…have cancer.
Okay, moving on:
The amount of cancer found in her breasts and lymphatic system was small enough that surgery “should” be enough for total removal…a procedure she’s already endured, just before all of this hospitalization shit went down. The Doc went forward with the Chemo port installation (and the plan to utilize it) as an entirely precautionary measure. The fact that my Mom is now not ABLE to begin chemo because of the resonating after-effects of brain surgery should not be troubling me. In fact - “Vegas odds” say she’s gonna be okay in this regard (the Oncologist actually used that term).
In a month and a half, however, we’re gonna find out for sure. My Mom will get another MRI at that time. When the brain bleeds, it is apparently difficult to discern whether or not there’s a tumor “behind” the blood…and it sometimes takes many months for the brain to reabsorb blood spots like the one currently rockin’ the contours of my Mother’s meatspace CPU. If they find out that tumors exist in her brain, then we’re in trouble. We are, of course, hoping that that won’t be the case.
The focus now should be recovering from the brain surgery. The status on that is as follows: My Mom has shown great improvement. She isn’t in a coma, and she can carry on a conversation with a good amount of trying. The problematic aspects of this ordeal are being unable to move, no bodily control…and the fact that sometimes she has absolutely no clue what the hell she’s talking about. She’s wicked better than she was, but she still gets crazy confused. She’s not really herself a bunch of the time. I heard somewhere that it can take months to fully recover from brain surgery…I truly hope this is the case. I miss the strong, ornery matriarch that used to run my family. I hella want my Mom back.
As far as the money goes, my Dad and I went into the bank this morning and drained her IRA…between that and my savings, we should be good for another 2.75 months. I’ve also went ahead and hired a lawyer to help navigate the dark forest of sorrow we American’s jokingly call the Social Security system. They get paid 25% of whatever benefits they’re able to snag for my Mom, up to like five thousand dollars. This was a necessary step. I by no means consider myself a stupid person, but trying to achieve any remote semblance of a positive answer to the whole “omg can they keep the house” query that’s been dominating my mind for what seems like ever proved beyond the scope of my ability. The system is so fucked up. It comes equipped with built-in failure as a deterrent to people that don’t truly need it. The only problem with THAT logic is that sometimes the people that seriously DO need it cannot GET it without offering their pore-most-tender as willing sacrifice to some nameless and terrible Elder God that thrives on the painful shredding of the human anus. Having a Social Security lawyer in my corner will hopefully expedite this entire process. If the treacherous monetary aspect of this situation can be dealt with before our money runs out, I’m probably gonna morph into a beautiful haiku. The force of me will linger at the fringes of the Akashic Record and reverberate through humanity’s collective unconscious for untold generations.
Anyway…yeah. We aren’t through the woods, but I certainly feel like we’re over the fucking river. Grandmother’s house is imminent. The above aside, the potential of my Mom not having cancer honestly leaves me wordless. Now we just gotta get her brains descrambled.
My good friend Fleegle came into town over the weekend, and got to experience how my friends and I get the fuck down. She recorded me singing “My Heart Will Go On” at Tekalpha and Wretchedbabydol’s house, and uploaded the video to the youtoobeez. If you haven’t seen it and care to, you can check it out HERE. It doesn’t look like it, but I somehow lost 22 pounds over the past six weeks. Yay stress.
I now retreat to my non-posting cave.
