DIAGNOSIS in Postcards 4

A grey to sunshine morning. We left early for the new Pulmonary Doctor’s office, and it was good that we did. Normally it takes me only fifteen minutes, but we caught every light red.

I like the new doctor. He explained things clearly, was in no hurry, and was slowed down by the process of learning a new office program. As was everyone else in his office. New sprays, and I could see on the X RAYs what was wrong…fibroids. Little streamers running here and there in my lungs. Fibrosis.

Now lab work, done, and a CAT scan. But they don’t know what really causes fibroids. This is progress as far as I am concerned.
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• Himself: Got a new handle for a chopping block, and took me to buy three new pair of compression stockings. Dear Maan. Gaming all afternoon.


• Myself: Came home, ate half a sandwich with half the mayo since I had gained another ten pounds, and took a nap.


• Photo: George at the TATE.


• Reading: Perry if I can find it.


• Gratitude’s: That my lungs are not filled with cancer.