Dear Son took the aggravating three hour trip down to the hospital thinking he was visiting his dear ole dad, since no one was sure that he would be coming home... but he was already in the process of getting discharged from there when Number One Son arrived! So Hubby drove the 1.8 mile trip home in our mini van and Number One Son followed in his electric car arriving home here around1:30 P.M. ish yesterday afternoon!
Yes, happily Hubby has come home with his catheter still in place, his Foley.
It will be removed Wednesday morning by the urologist.
Hopefully they will have the results of his biopsy by then.
The doctor told Hubby he scraped as much of the large bladder tumor out as he could but it is in his muscle. And once he gets his information back from the biopsy he will know how to proceed.
He also wants Hubby to follow-up with the pulmonologist due to that lung nodule they are watching. The reason is to make sure it hasn't enlarged and could be due to the bladder tumor. Hubby will hopefully be going to the same pulmonologist that I will be seeing in August. The new one that was recommended by my cardiologist, since my original pulmonolgist passed away in March. He was a very good doctor. He took care of my asthma and sleep Apnea.
A representative from the pulmonologist came in to Hubby's room while he was still in the hospital but did not say she was with the pulmonologist, the one he wants to go to... and he told her not to do anything he was being set up with a pulmonologist through his internist... never knowing it was the same doctor until just a few moments ago when Hubby was speaking with the hospital with other concerns he had had as a patient. He called the pulmologist's office to apologize mentioning that the represenative never said she was with that doctor though! A Comedy of Errors!!! In Hubby's defense... She had a very heavy foreign accent and Hubby is hard of hearing she was wearing a mask and if she did say who she was with all that he wouldn't have understood or heard her!😏😖😖😖😟
A follow-up appointment is being made for Hubby with our internist too!
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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