Well, once again Tom has an excuse to not vacuum. This has been a long-standing "ish' between us, ranging from not so friendly (on my part, because I HATE vacuuming) to more jovial as I started to hand the job off to the kids. Ha. There you have it. Family dynamics -- not always pretty, but dynamic indeed!
This is, once again, an update on Tom's cancer situation. In the last two weeks we've met with specialists at Cancer Care Manitoba three times, and Tom has been for an injection designed to shut down testosterone production. This injection takes place through the stomach, placing a slow-release pea-sized pellet under the skin. The person responsible for the bigger case is intrigued by the kind of cancer cells that have gone into the pelvic girdle. Apparently they aren't "typical" for prostate cancer cells so there will be additional screening. Also, typically, radiation might be used to deal with bone metastases, but the radiation oncologist wanted to make sure the area wasn't too weakened. Turns out it is, and thanks to her and her listening skills, she has discussed this issue with orthopedic surgeons who have agreed that something needs to be done to stabilize the area.
So Tom now needs to have more surgery to resolve the weakening of the bone in that area. What he's most worried about is the hospital food: "Cancer had moved over to my pelvis and right hip. I had been saying since January that my hip was bothering me. Turns out that I have a soft spot on my pelvis.
They want to put a couple of pins in there before they start radiation.
This means another week in the hospital. Concordia this time [more hospital food]. I am not allowed to do any heavy lifting, so I guess vacuuming is OUT!"
He's gone from bad news (aggressive, high density (I think was the word) cancer) to more reasonable news (we can give you drugs to slow down the cancer's growth, and by all appearances, according to the latest PSA test, it has), to using a cane (feels justified given that the bone is so weak), which is a "sexy" (in the words of the kids in our house), bright cane, to having someone listen to him/us talking about that pain in his pelvis, to hearing about more surgery. And the good news is... no more vacuuming!