*The nodule in his right lung did glow as well in the PET scan but the oncologist said they are not sure that it has spread there, so Hubby will be having a lung biopsy on Tuesday. Number One Son will be coming down to help with transportation.
Then chemo will be starting the following week. (The lung biopsy results will determine the next procedure.)
Dr. Singh told us he will use two chemo medications, Gemcitabine and Carboplatin after twelve weeks, if it shows to be the answer, he will start immunotherapy.
*The odd thing about the nodule in his right lung it was there before the bladder cancer so it might not have anything to do with it. It was CT months ago and did not show anything that looked extraordinary but it was an odd anomaly, at that time, and he was told it should be watched. Another CT in 3 to 6 months, Hubby negotiated four months at that time.
Meanwhile, Hubby has decided to rush to complete the pool fence construction.
He insists he feels fine without pain.
Except for some back pain, that he has had for years.
On the way home from the oncologist's office he decided to stop at the Thai cafe and so we brought home one of Hubby's favorite meals duck in red wine sauce, and he ate the whole thing! He has not lost any weight so far, and has a great appetite so I do believe he will lick this thing!
All prayers are accepted and encouraged, Thank you in advance...
Sincerely,
Hubby's wife of fifty-two years...me.
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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