83 lbs

Annette: Today Floyd & I & Justin went grocery shopping. I wasn’t feeling all that well, but thought I’d go anyway.  Well we were shopping & I got tired & not feeling all that good. Justin took me to a nearby chair. Then went & got Floyd & he took me to the Van. When we got home I layed down & had a bit of a nap. Felt better but I’m always tired.

I have always been 85 lbs & now I’m about 83 or there abouts.  My food intake has gone way down. As I’m never really hungry. I eat because I know I have t. This is what I ate yesterday; 1 bran muffin, 1 small orange, 1 very small piece of chicken, later another small piece of o chicken,1 cookie & another small orange.

One more thing I want to say, to add to my complications on October 5 I cracked a rib on my left side. With C I cough really, really lots, & of course it hurts to cough. Now I’m waiting for Oct. 13 I will see 2 Doctors to know the out come of all this. Like weather it will be an operation or chemo therapy. I am so hoping for an op then be done with it all. But I don’t think it will be all that simple.

scans today, Mom gets sick

Justin: scans today
Mom gets her bone scan as well as pelvic, abdominal, and cranial CT scans today.  We’re now sitting in the hospital’s imaging clinic waiting room waiting to get the first scan of the day, the bone scan.  Later, at 12:30, we’ll head toward the area where she’ll drink a barium (radioactive) drink for the other scans.

Mom gets sick
Mom vomited after lunch today.  It’s maybe the second time I’ve ever seen her this ill.  And, because she is so very weak these days, it’s even more worrisome.  <sigh>  Floyd helped her through it, putting a chair in the bathroom in case she needed to sit and rest.  (Later on I suggested to leave the chair in the bathroom overnight.)  I worried.  And there’s nothing I can do.

more blood

Justin: more blood
Mom gave more blood today, and Floyd went for a routine check up.  Floyd says, “This is what you have to look forward to as you get older.  Seniors spend their time going back and forth from the hospitals, so do what you want to do while you still can,” or something like that.  Yes, true.


Justin: bronchoscopy, 3 more tests
Mom, Floyd and I went to the hospital today so Mom could get a bronchoscopy.  She’s alright now but was feeling a little iffy after the procedure.  The whole thing was supposed to be done by 2PM, but it dragged on until 3:30 or so.  It wasn’t until 4 that we all left the hospital.  They basically sprayed her throat with an anaesthetic to keep her from gagging on the tube and then put her to sleep for 20 minutes while they searched in her lungs with a camera and did a biopsy from the upper lobe of her right lung.  More tests will be done Thursday – a CAT scan of Mom’s head, a bone scan (not to be confused with a bone density scan which she has regularly), and an abdominal scan to see if the cancer has spread to her bone tissue or anywhere else.  And more follow up appointments with more doctors to see the results of the tests will follow soon after.

blood tests, chapel

Justin: blood tests
Now in a clinic waiting for Mom to get a blood test.  Yes, in the first consultation the doc said it’s probably cancer.

I went to a chapel in the hospital, the same chapel Mom & Floyd went into a few months back.  I prayed (of course) for Mom.  I also wrote in the commentary book.  Later, Mom & Floyd did the same.

emergency – false alarm

I woke up this morning to find Mom & Floyd’s bedroom door open, so I was especially quiet in getting the kettle out for coffee.  But when I went out to the porch to get the coffee jar, I found the porch door was unlocked.  I locked it last night.  Then I saw their shoes were gone.  I looked, and sure enough they weren’t in bed.  I put on a sweater & shoes and hopped on my bike.  I rode to the hospital, all the while thinking of what could be wrong.  It took about 20 minutes to get there.  It started spitting rain along the way.  A prayer for my Mom.  A prayer for her lungs and her breathing.  A prayer it wouldn’t pour down buckets of rain.  Not yet, anyway.  I saw a sign “EMERGENCY” and couldn’t figure out where it was.  Instead, at first, I went to an atrium.  No, that’s not the emergency entrance.  I found it, went in, and asked the first person I saw.  She looked in her computer, twice.  Nothing.  No Annette Thompson in the hospital.  And now I am back at home.  Are they at coffee?  No note, no nothing.  Guess I’ll have a coffee now.

They’re back now.  It’s 8:53AM, and they came back 15 minutes ago.  <phew!>  They’re alright.  Nothing wrong.

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.