In the
comments
section of the most recent
Thrilling
Days of Yesteryear blog
post, I gave Jacqueline of
Another Old Movie Blog
fame a heads-up that there would be more prize swag to be given away this
week.
I fully intended to make good on
this promise…and then I got THE PHONE CALL this past Friday from the doctor’s
office.
They got the results back from
my blood work, and…well, long story short—I’ll be going back in tomorrow to
have more of my blood suctioned because my kidney levels didn’t look too
promising.
It may be that I wasn’t
properly hydrated when they took my precious bodily fluids…so they want to do
retakes to make sure.
Then I have
another appointment for Thursday, because they want a chinwag about why some of
the
other tests were hinky.
To say I’m a
little stressed out by all of this would be an understatement because as a rule…doctors
scare the piss out of me sometimes.
I’m
pretty sure this stretches back to my childhood, when going to the pediatrician
usually meant I’d be taking a shot in the arm of some sort.
(Oddly enough, drawing blood or getting an
injection doesn’t bother me much anymore…but I still get a sinking pit feeling
every time I’m seated in a waiting room.)
I’m sure everything will come out in the wash…so in the
meantime, let’s keep our fingers crossed for longtime
TDOY compadre
Bill “Kids!
Off! Lawn! Now!” Crider.
He’s been
diagnosed with, in his words,
“a very
aggressive form of carcinoma” and the prognosis is not particularly rosy—next
stop: the M.D. Anderson Center.
He’s
been one of the most fervent champions of my behavior in this scrap of the
blogosphere, and it’s just not right that something this evil should happen to
the definition of a very swell guy.
If
you’re friends with him on Facebook, let him know you’re in his corner…if not,
stop by and leave him a comment at
Bill
Crider’s Pop Culture Magazine.
9 comments:
I've been trying to remember when or how I first crossed paths with "Mr. C", but I should probably just count myself lucky that I did so. Definitely one of my daily pleasures to read. Totally selfish of me therefore to wish him a quick recovery so that he could get back to the Pop Culture Magazine and the updates on the Very Bad Kitties.
On a similar note, I hope it all goes well for you as well, Ivan. Keep us in the loop!
Prayers for you and Mr. C, Ivan. As for going to the doctor, remember, doctors are also afraid of going to the doctor. As my late sainted mother used to say, "Who likes going to the doctor? Especially when you don't feel well."
If I can beat cancer (and I did!) then there is no reason the erudite Mr. C can't pound it into the ground. I was told to "put my affairs in order" 15 years ago. What a doctor knows and what a patient is capable of, don't always match up.
Of course, once "they" start tinkering with you it's like there's no end in sight. They do love their tests. I've been dealing with CKD (Chronic Kidney Disease) for the past few years. They know a lot about how to manage that sort of thing. Look at it this way, if they've caught something they can do something. A positive outlook is about the only thing we can bring to the table. So crank up the Little Ivan Sunshine bit.
We'll be praying for you Ivan....but be sure to do your best and stay clear of those whitecoats!
The only thing we have to fear is fear itself --- OR THE DOCTOR!!! I hate that you have to deal with this, Sir Shreve. I'll be thinking about you until I hear what goes on. Then I won't think about you anymore -- I mean .... luvya!
Best wishes for both you and Mr. C! I hope all goes well for both of you.
Ivan, your movie friends (and all your other ones, too) will be right beside you in spirit!
Yikes! I know this must seem like scary stuff, Ivan...hopefully the quacks have their test tubes mixed up. As you can tell from the above comments, your internet friends are 100% in your corner. I'll add my voice to the choir and send warm thoughts and best wishes in your direction. Same for Mr. Crider. Take care and good luck on the follow-up tests!
Keeping the faith and hoping Bill pulls through.
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