report 2011-09-07

Justin: Mom’s doctor’s appointment
Mom’s doctor’s appointment was this morning.  She was terribly worried about it last night.  “I’m scared,” she said a couple times in a broken voice while sitting in the living room.  <sigh>  I felt so, so bad.  So this morning she went into the doctor’s office – was there for 20 minutes before the doctor called us in to talk.  “You have good news for me, I know,” Mom said.  Well, the long and the short is that she has a 6cm cancerous cist in the upper lobe of the right lung (not left as she earlier understood).

“Service Date 07/09/2011



There is a dominant irregular soft tissue mass in the right upper lobe anteriorly that measures 5.9 TRV x 4.9 SP x 4.2 cm in maximal dimension.  This extends from the suprahilar region to the lateral pleural service.  The overlying rib is intact.  There are at least eight small satellite nodular densities peripheral to the mass that measure up to 7 mm in diameter.

The left lung is clear.  No enlarged mediastinal or left hilar lymph nodes.

Limited scans of the upper abdomen including delayed views through the liver do not reveal abnormality.  No metastatic disease below the diaphragm is identified.

No destructive bony lesions observed.

impression: A large presumed neoplastic mass is identified in the right upper lobe with adjacent satellite nodes.”

That’s the report they printed out for Mom.  The whole visit was maybe 20 minutes.  The doctor suggested a biopsy could be done by going in through the bronchia rather than having the more invasive surgery of removing the upper lobe.  No, the whole lung apparently doesn’t need removal.  A week ago, the first evening I was here, Mom told me the news.  It’s now a week since then, and during this time everyone was worried about it all.  Yesterday Mom even made an extra batch of muffins because she wasn’t sure what would happen the next day.  I believe she was saying she may be in hospital.  Of course, everyone thinks the worst.  <sigh>  Yes, it is bad, but it may not be as bad as worst case scenario.  I prayed to God.  God has answered my prayers.

As well, neither Glenn nor Angela has called Mom since knowing that she has cancer.  Now I can know they don’t want to have anything to do with me.  But Mom?  What has she done to deserve being deserted?  Complete idiots.  They should both be kicked in their asses.

at Dr. Kisuk’s

Justin: at Dr. Kisuk’s
Now waiting in a doctor’s office while Mom hears news of if she has lung cancer and, if so, what can & will be done.  I pray to God she is cancer-free.  I believe she wanted to hear the news first before asking if we can join her.   So far, we (Floyd & I) are still waiting in the reception area.  On TV they just said that 65% of people with cancer recover.  Floyd hasn’t said anything yet.

bad news

Justin: Bad news.  We were sitting in the living room talking.  Mom said, “Justin, I have some news … bad news …”  I knew right away it was not good.  <sigh>  Mom has cancer.  Lung cancer, in her left lung.  They haven’t done any more conclusive tests, but from the CAT scan and X-rays, and maybe from blood tests, they say it’s most likely cancer.  There’s a lump in her lung.  We went on to talk about aunt Merine and the fact that she didn’t receive any chemotherapy.  Why not?  Because she witnessed my Aunt Doreen take chemo only to die anyway.  But Mom wants to get surgery right away, as soon as they say she should.  However, she is now 36kg (83 lbs), so she has to gain weight – and health ultimately – before surgery.  She also said that my Uncle Des took pills to reduce the nausea associated with chemo when he had cancer, so she says she wants that.

Mom really tired

All this time running around, Mom was really tired.  She stopped several times to sit and catch her breath.  She has apparently been like this for about two week now.  She has to walk really slowly and cannot walk far without getting tired.  Not winded, like her sister, my Aunt Merine, was; but tired, having no energy to do what she wants to do.  She wanted to go look at jeans with me, but she got tired, so I suggested she sit down.  She wanted to hang out in the garage and see what Floyd and I are unpacking, but she got tired so easily.  <sigh>  Not good.  I worry about her.  She has to wait for a while – a few days? a few weeks? – for the next step.  I want to act now while it’s early.  So does Mom, I know.  Floyd has been really supportive and helpful during this whole thing.  Without Floyd, I am sure Mom could not do anything.  My role in all this is to help out.

Justin’s flight

Annette: We found out that Justin’s flight comes in at 2:17PM on September 9, so that is good as my CAT scan is at 8:00AM on September 7.  So thank G—I can go to Calgary tomorrow.