Got home from work to find the little light flashing on the phone to indicate someone loves me!! Play the message and it is incoherent. My father is trying to leave me a message through his sobs.
I freak out, before I am even done listening to the message, I call FT & leave a message on his cell phone to call me ASAP, something has happened to dad's gf. I then proceed to call dad to get the 4-1-1.
Last night, dad heard gf crying so went to see what was up. She yelled at him to get away from her, so dad dutifully took the dog for another walk (he had just come in from walking the dog a.k.a. dad's shadow.) Shortly after he returned from the second walk she asked him to call 9-1-1 as she could no longer stand the pain.
Apparently gf has had a problem with her left breast for over 10 friggin years!!! It is larger than the right & she mumbled something about it bleeding as they were loading her up in the ambulance. She is certain it is cancer.
From the info I was able to get out of the two of them, it would seem that the cancer has metastasized into her bone. She hasn't been out of the house in over a month. Dad said he has heard her crying in the past, but never asked her about it. She is a selfish bitch if you ask me. She never once thought about how this would affect anyone else.
Yes she has "suffered in silence" over the past 10 or 15 years, but not really. The pain has made her a mean nagging critical bitch (no, I'm not buttering this up for you) so we have all heard it, we just didn't know what the root cause was.
Dad said she has progressively gotten worse over the years. I personally thought she had a tumor in her stomach as she looks about 10 months pregnant.
From what she told me tonight (I called her in her hospital room), her left breast may very well be gangrenous. Dad caught a glimpse of it at the hospital when her gown fell open/down and said it looked black and blue. Then she told me that they are planning on doing surgery tomorrow and need to remove the dead flesh.
This crazy woman has been "self-treating" for years with hydrogen peroxide!!! Her daughter turned 43 today & she doesn't want her to know.
I plan on trying to reach her anyway. She lives in WY & I don't have her phone # but I do have her email address. IF it is as bad as I think it is, she may never make it home from the hospital. I don't want to be the one that didn't tell her daughter that she was gravely ill. Besides, were it the other way around, I would want her to tell me regardless of what my dad said to do.
- Earlier this month:
Our only country station in the LA area simply ceased to be.
One of FT's cousins was killed (crushed in a press of some sort) in an accident at work.
FT had a conflict btwn work & school, which has the potential of forcing him to choose between the two.
FT found out he has a hernia.
One of our cats got sent to kitty jail.
I became lopsided.
I also suffered from painful radiation burns
MRI of my left breast had a suspicious spot so I had to get an ultrasound with possible biopsy. (At least this had a happy ending for the time being with nothing found on the ultrasound).
Got tattooed for my radiation treatments & started said radiation.
In preparation for the radiation I got blisters from the tape that was used to mark something for the techs. It had to do with the CT scan & the physiologists deciding exactly where to radiate me, from what angles & all that crap. All I know is that the whole damned process was a royal pain in the arse.
The a/c in FT's SUV.
My dad's beloved horse.
The night before our 9th Wedding Anniversary, we got a call from my doctor informing us that my breast biopsy came back as cancer. Our lives changed forever in the blink of an eye.
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