Sunday, September 10, 2006
okay, for now.
the monkey's dad is out of the hospital.
so, they're biopsy-ing the polyps on his liver, and we don't know anything yet, but apparently the doctor is pretty sure that if it is cancer, we aren't dealing with anything fast-moving. so the for-now looks okay. no word on whether the giant thing they removed from his colon was cancerous, but i'm hoping no news is good news. if and when they need to resect his liver so it can regenerate like a new lizard tail, monkey-dad's doctor knows the one liver guy in georgia able to do the surgery. so, that's good. right now it looks like they're just dealing with being home and waiting, again, for further word.
(dealing with medical issues is one time when it becomes radically clear that your family and someone else's family are Not The Same Thing. my parents would be all up those doctors' shit, demanding answers and making plans and buying books from amazon on whatever might possibly be wrong with one of us. not that that's better; my parents and i are obsessive, insomniac and terminally tightly wound. this lack of furor amazes me, but i'm not at all sure it's not a more comfortable way to navigate all of this.)
some jerk stole our bikes over the weekend. the monkey rode his to rehearsal on friday, and both ours were there when he locked it up for the night. turns out a third of the bikes in the (locked) bike room are missing, so the building people are reviewing the security tapes. i don't think we're getting them back, though, which is a bummer because my dad gave me that bike and it had some sweet memories attached. and it was purple and practically brand new and i put the bell on myself. we have homeowner's insurance; i think the deductible is probably about the cost of one of the bikes, but we'll see. jerk who took our bikes: i hope you needed them more than we do.
so, they're biopsy-ing the polyps on his liver, and we don't know anything yet, but apparently the doctor is pretty sure that if it is cancer, we aren't dealing with anything fast-moving. so the for-now looks okay. no word on whether the giant thing they removed from his colon was cancerous, but i'm hoping no news is good news. if and when they need to resect his liver so it can regenerate like a new lizard tail, monkey-dad's doctor knows the one liver guy in georgia able to do the surgery. so, that's good. right now it looks like they're just dealing with being home and waiting, again, for further word.
(dealing with medical issues is one time when it becomes radically clear that your family and someone else's family are Not The Same Thing. my parents would be all up those doctors' shit, demanding answers and making plans and buying books from amazon on whatever might possibly be wrong with one of us. not that that's better; my parents and i are obsessive, insomniac and terminally tightly wound. this lack of furor amazes me, but i'm not at all sure it's not a more comfortable way to navigate all of this.)
some jerk stole our bikes over the weekend. the monkey rode his to rehearsal on friday, and both ours were there when he locked it up for the night. turns out a third of the bikes in the (locked) bike room are missing, so the building people are reviewing the security tapes. i don't think we're getting them back, though, which is a bummer because my dad gave me that bike and it had some sweet memories attached. and it was purple and practically brand new and i put the bell on myself. we have homeowner's insurance; i think the deductible is probably about the cost of one of the bikes, but we'll see. jerk who took our bikes: i hope you needed them more than we do.
