Earlier this week, my beloved older brother went into the hospital with what seemed to be appendicitis. Once in surgery, they found his appendix had actually ruptured, so instead of removing the thing via laparoscopy, they had to open him up. Turns out, that was a very good thing since his appendix was riddled with cancer.
I learned this from my mom (whom, as you may recall, went through Stage IV colon cancer three years ago). Needless to say, she was rather distraught when she called last night, so I don’t have all of the details about my brother’s diagnosis. Like, whether they found cancer elsewhere, or even what kind of cancer he has.
This morning I talked to my brother who sounded good, although clearly tired and as confused as the rest of us. Doctors are, for some reason, quite prompt when delivering the initial blow of bad news but they sure dawdle when it comes to following up with additional info!
At this point it sounds like he’s going to be discharged to recuperate from the appendectomy at home. They’re putting off doing a CT or PET scan for a few days so his insides have time to heal. Until then, none of us know exactly what he’s dealing with.
No matter. I’m headed down to Texas for the next few days to see him, and to help my sister-in-law out however I can. Also, I miss my big brother, who was — until I met my husband — the man I most looked up to in this world. Unfortunately, I doubt he’ll be up to a trip to Smitty’s for my favorite Texas-style BBQ. I may just have to make a run down to Lockhart myself to fetch us some!
And, to all of my Austin-area friends, sorry I don’t have time to send you each individual emails letting y’all know I’ll be down there. I need to do a mountain of laundry and freeze a few casseroles for my husband and son to eat while I’m gone. But since I’ll have my own wheels and will be staying at a hotel in Round Rock (rather than impose on anyone), there might be time to get together while I’m down there. Drop me an email. You know the address!