Lynn and Iris Earlier this WeekWell.....Today was the bad news day. The doctors had been in and talked to us all yesterday, but today I was lucid enough to begin to ask questions. I think the family had more news and information already than I did, and I either was out of it or not remembering what had been said. When they all came in, they said their tumor board had met, and these are all the different divisions of a patient's management team, and they talked about my diagnosis and care. This is written after the fact several weeks, but they gave us a lot of information about the surgery, answered everybody's questions, and explained again exactly what was done and not done in the surgery. It was mainly called a biliary bypass and they had removed the gall bladder, reconnected the bile duct and took out some lymph glands. I finally got around to asking how much time they thought I had. I think this day he said 3 to 6 months without chemo, and with the chemo perhaps some years, perhaps he said 3 years. I thought I could do a lot more than that. Little did I know then the direction that estimate would change.
I began walks down the hall and around the circular hall, past the waiting room and elevators and back to the room. Twelve laps would make a mile. (No I didn't do twelve laps, just a reference FYI.) I was supposed to walk at least three or four times a day. The windows along the waiting room side looked out over the city, as if you were as high as in a plane, and you could see the Great Salt Lake on the far horizon. This may have been the day I had my first shower. Had to get plastic taped over all the IVs and the foot long incision, which had staples in it.
Iris sat with us most of the afternoon - think I mentioned she is in the midst of moving from SLC to Houston. I got phone calls and beautiful bouquets, and at least once a day I would call Joe and tell him what was going on.
















































