Here’s where we are so far. I had a biopsy, which we think revealed a tumor. It will take a week or so for the pathology to come back, tumor board to convene, decide on next steps, and meet with us to move forward. Right now there are six or seven teams involved: Neurology, Neuro Oncology, Infectious Disease [Panama TB exposure 50 years ago], Pulmonology [uncles’ farms in Iowa 50 years ago with bare feet in hay that might have funguses], Hematology [IgA] — you get the idea. Each team comes with an Attending [50-ish], a fellow [close to 40?], then in descending order a resident, intern, and medical student. The UW is a good teaching hospital and the docs are whip smart, many of them young women. The nurses are uneven — probably all baseline competent, but some stars and some merely well intentioned. Because of the very remote chance of latent TB I was in an isolation room with negative air pressure and everyone on staff who came in had to wear protective gear. Due to HIPPA rules the people who had access to my charts had extra work gearing up but were unworried. The food people and cleaning staff and people who drew blood were terrified. I could have had a 50 year old positive TYNE test or current Ebola or Aids. When I went down for CAT scan everyone looked at me, masked, as if I was Typhoid Mary.
In a week or so, one of these teams will be primary and we will have a plan.
My focus writing about this will be my experience of being in a very new and unknown place. Some will be medical details, but most what I think and feel. Starting this weekend we will password-protect posts related to this journey. We’ll be sending an email with the password information to friends and family. We will include a post here on how to request the password for any blog followers who we might accidentally miss. The protected password for kids is the same. I still will write occasional political and random posts as I can, but I’m sort of done with Trump. I agree with Nancy Pelosi. He’s not worth it.
The Dems races interests me, though. I have three male friends whose political instincts I trust, and we’re back and forth on Biden. I think he will fade. They think he will win the nomination and defeat Trump and Mitch McConnell will walk from the dark side into the light.
When pigs fly, I say.
So, three possible posts on any given day: #1 kid pics, restricted to those who already have that password. #2 General, open posts like this. And, #3, my health — password coming.