The last time we saw the oncologist, my mom asked him, “What’s the worst thing that can happen?” I think she meant, like, could I die. His answer, though, was, “a fracture.” The cancer is in her hips and femurs (and lower back) — weight-bearing bones. So he said a fracture would be painful and would really compromise her quality of life.
She had an appointment with the oncologist again yesterday to plan her treatment. While she was getting dressed, she tripped and fell in her bedroom. She fell against my daughter’s dresser and fell onto her right side.
After a trip in the ambulance, ER visit, XRay and CT Scan … yep, it’s broken. UGH. So … they admitted her. They were going to do surgery today but pushed it until tomorrow so they can do an MRI. Unfortunately, the cancer is in that hip and femur, so that complicates things and most likely means a more complex procedure.
Wrangling the toddler in the ER yesterday was so much fun! LOL. She was tired … she wouldn’t stay in the stroller, wouldn’t let me hold her, wouldn’t eat.
Satisfying the toddler at this very moment is actually impossible, too, so … gotta go!