I mean, we might as well be eating that way. Tests, tests, tests. More tests tomorrow. More on Friday. We don't know if it's cancer for sure, although it's likely. We don't know if it's spread to the lymph nodes. They don't think it's in the pancreas, but aren't sure. We're not sure if it's resectionable, but it might be. Liver transplant? Maybe. Transplant preceded by chemo and radiation? Yes, possibly.
These fishy rumors are still flopping around on the same cutting board we left Kansas with. We don't have any answers yet.
Lots and lots of remaining questions and little mysteries to be solved.
The good thing is that today is over.
Mayo is amazing. Truly. It's a wonderful facility -- different than those I've been in before. There is something very reassuring about the organizational feng shui of our daily itineraries, and how we go to a chest x-ray at 10 am and get not only randomly receive a new itinerary but a revised one that keeps us on track for tomorrow. The revisions are not due to a doctor not showing up either... they're fitting in more tests, which will only lead to a better deduction at the end of the day.
Mom will not just have a doctor here. They are assembling an entire team of doctors, each with his/her own speciality. It's looking to be truly cancer, but at least the thoughts of weathering that and what I expect to be truly brutal treatment, are less intimidating where it feels like people actually know what they're doing.
Again, as always, stay tuned... we're thinking we'll have more answers by Friday.