March 25, 2009

• I just left a bright voicemail on my dad’s phone  “Hey dad, this is Esther, <insert cheery voice>  the dr called and they can’t tell if mom’s spleen is so large it’s growing into her liver or her liver itself has some sort of tumor on it, but she needs a ct scan before the bone marrow biopsy tomorrow so I went ahead and scheduled it for 8 am.”
    You’d think I’d just bought freaking tickets to disneyland or something.   Apparently I am devoid of human emotion.  Either that or I am some sort of sick individual who gets their kicks from bad news.

  Jim says I’m a pessimist.  I call it realism, but you have to admit that any way you slice it, a low functioning liver, enlarged spleen and ominous bloodwork is never a very encouraging sign;  And certainly something you don’t want to hear in connection with your own mother.   The possible causes range from kickass viruses to luekemia to something called hemocratic anemia which apparently an insidious autoimmnune disease where your body attacks it’s own blood.   They (the powers that be) have all but ruled out the last one, and probably the first one, which leaves us with the middle one, but I’m not hazarding any guesses or predictions until I see a positive biopsy.  

  Until then, I will continue to make green smoothies for her.  Both fridges are stuffed with more organic produce than a farmers market. the counters and cupboards are covered in vegetable peels and green juice splatters.  The last delectable treat I made was a spinach-avocado-tomato-broccoli-cabbage-carrot smoothie with a splash of lemon juice.   Yummy (it really was actually).     But I’m thinking it’s going to take more than my new found love of juicing vegetables to make my mom well.

  So if you guys think about it, prayers would be greatly appreciated.

  

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