September came and Bill had his scans. He was supposed to have both the CT and the Pet scan the same day, but when he got through the CT, he was in too much pain to be able to lay down for the full Pet scan. He had to return on October second to do the Pet scan over. When you’re waiting on results for those things, days seem to last an eternity. This wait seemed longer than the rest have been, although they all seemed like an eternity.
Finally he went to his long awaited doctor appointment. I wasn’t able to go with him because I had to work. So my friend took him. I specifically wanted her to go so she would hear what the doctor had to say, because I had figured that he would forget. The doctor had really bad news. The cancer had grown again. It had been shrinking as of the last scans. But now each of the tumors had practically doubled in size. The doctor told him that the immunotherapy had stopped working and he wants to put him back on conventional chemo. My husband said “no”. The doctor was not happy with him. I’m not totally sure what is going to happen next.
Bill is currently gone, he is on his cruise with our friend. When he told his doctor that he was going on this cruise his doctor asked him if he was serious. Of course he was, apparently his doctor thinks that he’s completely crazy for going. I happened to have an appointment with my rheumatologist that same week. I told her about him going on a cruise and how his doctor had responded. She told me that he absolutely should go. Her grandmother had died on a cruise, she died happy doing what she wanted to do. I think that he really just needed to do this. He’s on the cruise and I ma here working, but for me this is a bit of a vacation. Well, as much of a vacation as I can possibly have right now, with my stress level and mounting sleep problems.
What I guess his doctor hadn’t told him about his scans, was the other problems that have arisen. I sat and read the whole report, with Google by my side. Some of it really wasn’t in English. But what I did get out f it was that he has developed fluid on his heart, and his “Aorta is aneurysmal”. Which I guess means he could have and aneurysm any time. He didn’t know about it, I didn’t tell him right away either. I debated over whether he should know or not.
I messaged his oldest son’s ex and told her what was going on. I asked her if he could bring him down. Because I know that boy would drive 100 MPH and end up dead or in jail before he could make the 170 mile drive down here from the KCMO area. We didn’t even tell him what’s up. She is a manager at the same place that he works at, she arranged for both of them to have time off , and she drove him down. It was good to see them. I felt like he needed to see his dad, because we don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. They stayed the night and left the next morning. While they were here I informed our boy and Bill at the same time. It was emotional and raw, and hard. I’m not sure I should have, but I wanted them to appreciate having a day together.
Bill broke down down a little. He had a hard time maintaining the stoic demeanor that we are all accustomed to from him. He had a few tears. I think it’s good for him to cry a little. I doubt that he had since he was probably four or five years old, other than a couple of times lately. I don’t know how to comfort him. He isn’t like most people. Dying isn’t like most things. I know there is a message in all of this for me, besides the fact that not everything is about me, even if it feels like it sometimes.
I’m trying not to fall apart and crumble away into emotional dust. Some days have been tough. I started taking Prozac about a month and a half ago. I think that it helps. My moods seem to have leveled off and I hadn’t been quite so tearful. I’m still struggling with anxiety, that just doesn’t seem to want to go away. I had gone about three weeks without a single breakdown. I think I was sort of flat. I hadn’t even realized it. I was at work out on the road when the first breakdown came. I was driving, alone in the middle of nowhere when the tears just came. I don’t know what brought on this crying jag. It just seems to have happened. Afterwards, I felt sort of relieved, not from the anxiety, but relieved that I am still human and even with the Prozac, I can still feel enough to have little mini breakdowns once in awhile.
Another family crisis has arrived, I wont go into it, but it is a major one. Serious bad stuff. I’m not ready to talk about it with anyone. I had a hard enough time forming the words to tell my husband last week. It’s big and bad, and awful. I’m a little surprised that I am still functioning. I don’t know when or even if I’ll ever really be ready to talk about it. I’m a little broken right now. Maybe more than a little. Writing helps, somewhat. I’m glad that I was already on the Prozac, I don’t know how I would be dealing at all without it.
The little breakdowns haven’t turned into huge breakdowns. Hopefully, I can keep functioning at a somewhat normal level and have little 10 minute breakdowns, instead of slipping into breakdowns that last for days. I might need to add an anti-anxiety med next time I see the doctor.
Anyway, I didn’t mean to make this about me, as much as that has come out. I think I just need to let some stuff out, before my little breakdowns turn into mountain sized breakdowns. I’m not going to implode, even though the last six days has made me want to implode, explode, climb under a rock, commit murder, disappear into nothingness, etc. We will get through all of this. I’m feeling pretty positive that Bill will make it home from the cruise, even though he isn’t sure. He texted me from Texas, telling me that he thought this trip was a bad idea. I told him he was going to be fine. It isn’t like the first bad idea that we’ve acted on. For now we just breathe and deal with each little breakdown as it comes.