Backstory: My Dad has been having digestive troubles for months now. His doctor has ignored his descriptions of where, when and how the pain comes, insisting it was acid reflux and messing with his meds. The last few days, it has been considerably worse. Last night he was doubled over in pain for an hour right after dinner.
For my dad to admit to pain... rare. For Dad to agree to go to the ER - absolutely terrifying to me. That means something is really, really wrong. Keep in mind this is the man who hid two mild heart attacks from his wife and kids, and when he felt another coming he decided to chase my brother up a lighthouse in Cape May and run it off. A few years later, he spent a whole day writhing in pain with a gall bladder attack. He went to the hospital 3 MONTHS later, when it happened at church and there were enough church women around to back Mom up and force him to go.
The results aren't good. I am so, so scared right now :( It could be something like scar tissue (he's had ulcers before) but there is a mass of some kind blocking the exit to his stomach. He's going to the gastroenterologist later this week, and then we will see where we go from there. Why am I scared, other than the not knowing? This is the same week of the year that we found out Mom was sick. I want to strangle his doctor, and if I see him, he had better not ask how I am or he will get an earful.
Just - pray, think good thoughts, whatever you do, please. My family needs them.
I'm going to go buy some fabric, as I had been collecting for a lap quilt for Dad for Father's day. Going to go buy the last few fabrics. It's a Quilter's Soduku in Fish/Fishing prints.
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