The visit to the kidney oncologist didn’t go as well as I had hoped, but it could have been worse. There has been spread to the lungs. The “spots,” which haven’t proved yet to be malignant (they are simply assumed to be at this point), should be treatable with oral medication instead of chemo.
We have to see another oncologist to deal with the lung problem before the kidney is removed. The kidney guy is trying to move the date for surgery up, but they may not be able to do that. We still have to see the new doctor and go through some pre-assessment tests.
Mr. Fixit is handling it pretty well. Of course, he is nervous and scared as any of us would be. He says he needs to keep busy so I have been trying to come up with some projects for him to do. I am so thankful that he is feeling quite well; the only discomfort he has is from the stent and the kidney stone that is still in situ, and that discomfort is intermittent.
I told him today that we have to live our days one by one and try to live as normally as possible. I am so afraid that I won’t know how to provide the support and comfort that he needs. There are no words that seem sufficient.
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