“So, we sent off the fluid to the lab and I’m afraid that there are cancer cells in it,” the respiratory consultant says. We’re sitting in his office. I’ve brought both the parentals.
“So what does that mean exactly?” I say. “Have the cancer drugs stopped working?”
“You’ll have to talk to your oncologist about that,” he says. “Our immediate problem is how to get all this fluid out of your lungs. There’s a thoracic surgeon who I’d recommend. Shall I call her?”
“Yes please,” I say.
He calls her. “She can fit you in tomorrow. Her secretary will call you.”
So, tomorrow am going into hospital to have one lung drained, then a break, then other lung drained. Will be in hospital for a few days.
Don’t yet know what will happen with cancer treatment: no doubt will find out when am released from hospital. Immediate practical problem, which can be solved, is sorting out lungs.
Am sitting under my furry blanket on the sofa. The panther rests his chin on the arm of the sofa.
The attached photo is with The Master at Spin this morning. The above photo is the flowers brother sent for my birthday.
Happy Wednesday everyone!
*1946. Feature film. Screenplay by Mel Dinelli from the novel by Ethel Lina White. Directed by Robert Siodmak. Stars Dorothy McGuire, George Brent, Ethel Barrymore and Kent Smith.