Hope and Despair once again arrive holding hands. My mom has appendiceal cancer. It's extremely rare, something like .4% of all gastrointestinal cancers. It's not staged like other cancers: it either is still in the appendix or it has burst out. Hers has burst out. Technical term is mucinous adenocarcinoma, with possibility that it might be pseudomyxoma peritonei. It can't be cured. However, there are 14 specialists in the country who know how to treat it, to delay the spread (it's this goopy, honey-like substance glopping around in the abdomen). Miraculously, one of them, Dr. Claire Verschraegen, works at the University of New Mexico in Albuquerque. It hardly seems possible, but it's true. We've already been in with her for a consultation, and next week my mom gets another CAT scan and blood work, so the doctor can see where we are now, post-surgery. So...I guess that's the update. I don't know what else to say. Our whole world seems to have turned upside down, and I know it will no longer be the same. Figuring out how to be in Albuquerque as often as possible is key now. I don't know how to make that happen, but it has to happen. Why oh why do I happen to be at the beginning of a six week run of a show and contracted to a music gig at the end of the month? Anyway, prayers to your respective deities are welcomed.

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Prayers, definitely.
William F. House | Homepage | 05.16.03 - 12:44 pm

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