They were wrong!

Dad does not have cancer!! After his surgery on Tuesday, the surgeon told us he thought it might not be cancer but a polyp with atypia. Yesterday, the tests came back clean. I've been reading about cancer, polyps, etc., and that kind of polyp could become cancerous, so it's good it's out. The surgery took longer than we had expected, but the surgeon said Dad's colon is somewhat short, and while they were there, they took out adhesions from an appendectomy performed when he was 6 years old, and his gall bladder surgery about 7 years ago. He'll be in the hospital a few more days, but no chemotherapy or real cancer worries! It's hard to believe that the doctor said it was definitely cancer. One of mom's friends really does not like the doctor, and that adds to her ammunition. He took out Mom's, Dad's and my gall bladders, though, and we all did pretty well. Dad had more problems than I did, but he was about 35 years older than I when I had mine out. He may have had more infection in the first place. We'd rather have had them tell us it was cancer and then find out it wasn't than the other way around, anyway. Although if Dad had had a bad heart, it might have been bad.

Ironically, I've worked every day this week. I was actually on the air live Monday, Tuesday and Friday, and worked one of my freelance jobs Wednesday and Thursday. Most of the time I'm hanging around the house, and when my father's in the hospital, I'm busy. That's life, I guess. At least I didn't have time to twiddle my thumbs and drive myself crazy worrying.

Other good news--my sister and her husband are trying to work things out. I hope they can. I don't know that I could if I were in her shoes. My mom thinks my sister has changed some throughout all this, not suprising, I suppose.