So, Aunt Peggy has a possibly-cancerous growth on her sole remaining kidney. I wrote about it some weeks ago when it all seemed so simple. Her doctor still hasn't begun any treatment! She was supposed to see him, then he postponed it for a couple weeks until she got a test. And then after that, oh well she needs another test and another one and he's considering surgery but maybe not. They scheduled her to begun cancer drugs a while back and then postponed it. I don't even remember how long it's been, but I'm beyond angry at his carelessness. She has 2 more tests tomorrow, then we'll see what his next excuse will be.
Then we move to Friend Mabel. She called me yesterday in tears to say that she was in the hospital for a while and they've diagnosed cancer but don't know what kind yet. She was in so much pain that she couldn't even remember how many days she'd been in there, but they won't run any more tests or begin treatment until she gets health insurance, which is why they sent her home. She lost her husband and home back in December and is living in another state with a relative right now, unemployed and terrified.
I'm tacking myself on to the end of this because I'm nervous. After a year of frequent pain, I'm finally getting my gall bladder removed on the 4th. My worry is because I'm a fat smoker, although the surgeon really doesn't have too many concerns about that beyond slower healing. Things happen, but he doesn't feel that there's a higher risk of complications than for any other middle-aged woman. I'm just bordering on basket case right now and starting to get very depressed, which doesn't happen too often, so any prayers, hugs, and good thoughts will be welcome.