The biopsy results for Hubby's bladder tumor were not available due to the holiday.
Although, we did stop by the hospital's record department to staighten out a computer flaw to access the medical portal there when it is ready... And we also received a copy of the doctor's notes from the cystoscopy/biopsy and this is what the doctor said... A large 6.4 cm (2.52 in) bladder tumor in the muscle that is necrotic and aggressive, bc in the muscle it could not be totally removed, but scraped as much as he could without spreading the cells elsewhere.(paraphrased by me)His nodule in his left lung apparently grew too, thus the pulmonologist consult and additional CT of the lung, ASAP.
The only good thing that came out of yesterday's nurse, not doctor visit was that his Foley catheter was removed.
We are scheduled to go back next week for the biopsy report and what will be done.
Hubby understands everything going on since we have both been looking up everything to verify so far what we know to be true.
Also what the treatments are and success rates for each methodology. Bladder Cancer - Types of Treatment
Albeit, without the absolute on the biopsy, which at this time can be considered just a formality... he knows and so do I.
But that is not to say he isn't willing to fight, since he is! And of course I am right next to him in that fight!
This is what we think we do know that it is bladder cancer but we do not know what stage yet...! ( the biopsy should identify that) https://www.cancer.gov/types/bladder/stages
The tumor is considered large... anything over 5 cm is, and his is 6.4 cm.
It has attached itself to his muscle.
And it appears to have spread to his lung thus the nodule growing that was identified there months ago. Actually, he has been for last few years treated for a benign enlarged prostate!
His former internist dropped the ball, in my opinon, with minimalizing his first dx and not looking further...! He did give him two medications for that, which seemed to help.
MY MUSES are below!
3 months and 4 years old, now 5!
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name...ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never found out the girl's name; mom liked Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now five years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am a bit too big, ha!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am eight years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes, that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020.
I had been wandering the neighborhood for days, and then I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there...
The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!
The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.
Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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