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Fuck Cancer and the Pelvis It Rode In On. - Blather. Rants. Repeat.
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Fuck Cancer and the Pelvis It Rode In On.
Or maybe didn't.  Betty doesn't know yet- and that's part of the problem.

Betty's our 80-something Good Neighbor. Has been for going on 22 years. Always kind, fiercely independent, widowed for close to a decade and better off without him. She's the one who's always inspired us to shovel out our sidewalks even after our plow service has done the necessary driveway clearing- because she was the one out there, earlier than us (and often earlier than the plow), clearing her driveway and corner-lot sidewalk down to bare pavement.  Last winter was just so brutal, she had to surrender for probably the first time in her life and signed up to have our service plow her out.

This winter- a relatively mild one- is now the second- and we pray not the last.


She called over here late this afternoon. Eleanor kinda suspected, just from her not being Out There ahead of us on the unusually few occasions this winter has presented. It's a tumor on Betty's pelvis.  Its symptoms are TMI, but suffice it, they've kept her mostly inside her own home for most of the past couple of weeks.  She has a niece here who's helped with doctors' appointments and such; the big one of those, when they will determine the nature of the tumor, isn't until March 17th.

Luck of the Irish, indeed. (Betty's Lebanese Christian; not sure if the blarney travels that far.)

It sucks that it takes that long in a community that hosts one of the premier cancer centers in the whole country.  Roswell Park has been majorly pimping for new business of late; they've become the name sponsor of the snowstorm-closing segments on the one local radio station which still does that, and they've been running a promotion, from airwaves to Sabres dasher boards, called "Just One Day With Us"- to get people to explore all their cancer alternatives before opting for hasty surgery.

Yet what the fuck's the point of preventing hasty decisions if you can't even get a diagnostic visit scheduled for almost a month?  (A month after WE found out about it- the TMI-stuff's been going on for her for weeks before that.)

She may be fine. It may be benign, or operable either way. But it's still a sucker punch to both of our guts- and we're not the ones with the potentially bad diagnosis.
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tilia_tomentosa From: tilia_tomentosa Date: February 22nd, 2016 01:58 am (UTC) (Link)
oxymoron67 From: oxymoron67 Date: February 22nd, 2016 08:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
I am so sorry. Hoping for the best.
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