At one point, I heard our internet dish hit the roof and fall to the ground.
Amazingly enough, Hubby and I hooked up our phones to the desktop
the ramblings of a woman who was transported from her comfort zone in the US Midwest to a different country and culture that shouldn't be so different, but is.
I was back to the doctor this week about my cancer spot. He cut out what he could see and now I have some big, black stitches sticking out of my head behind my ear!
Apparently, it's not an aggressive type of cancer, so deciding what else to do, if necessary, is not something I need to rush.
We decided to just do nothing else right now and keep an eye on it.
It may not be very exciting, but it's more than I care to have to deal with.
I have spent the largest portion of my life healthy and unconcerned about any problems related to my health. At 73, I thought I was doing quite well, but then the symptoms appeared.
I had some trouble breathing, which turned out to be because of my heart. It's enlarged (which I have known most of my life) but never caused any major problems before.
According to my doctor, it also beats too fast. On the occasions that he sent me to the ER, they concur, but, medications for it don't seem to help much. These are what I came back with the last time:
Annoyingly, my memory has gone through the mill for the last thirty years, too. Fortunately, Hubby is very understanding about it and takes it mostly in stride, answering questions that I should know the answers to. The good news is that I have never been very social, so sitting at home and not stressing in the world works just fine for me.
I was taken aback a bit at my last doctor's visit. I have a small rough patch just behind my left ear for a month or two. And when I mentioned it to the doctor on my last visit, he looked at it with a magnifying glass and very nonchalantly pronounced it was cancer. Of course, this was very unexpected, but he said we'll take a biopsy and take it off, if necessary within the next several weeks.
Before this week, my concept of 'cancer' was an overtaking invasion and organ failure. Bit now I know it can be taken care of from a small beginning.
I will keep you posted on the progress, even though it sounds like it will be slower than I prefer.
It definitely sucks getting old.