So, they don’t just think it is cancer anymore. It is. 

Let me catch you up. 

On Sept. 29, P went to urgent care because he had some abdominal pain. CT. Bloodwork.

Hmm. Let’s do another CT.

Hmm. Let’s do more bloodwork, and a PET scan.

Shit. Looks like cancer. See an oncologist.

Yup. Probably cancer. But we need a biopsy. In 2 days. Start the colonoscopy cleanse.

Welp. That’s not working. Must be a blockage.

ER.

Surgery? Nah, let’s try a stent first.

It is hard, but the stent works. (All hail Dr. Schwartz!)

Liquids for 5 days – then surgery to take out the main tumor and biopsy the one on the liver. 

Tuesday, Nov. 1 – Surgery. It is long. My sister distracts me with pumpkin pancakes and mimosas. Lauren sends funny videos. They don’t give us one update in 5 hours.

Doc comes out. (Did I mention she is my age?) Surgery a success. No colostomy bag. All hail Dr. Altom!

P heals better than just about anyone. 2 days in the hospital – one tough morning – but overall, pretty swell. His and Hers c-section scars!

Two mile walk on Friday. Doc is impressed. Also has biopsy results.

Metestatic colon cancer. (That means stage IV, which is sorta scary sounding). Not quite as widespread as feared, so optimism.

Onward.