Have you ever read Douglas Adams' book, "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"? You might have seen the movie, but I've read the book - actually, the entire "trilogy" of four books - at least two dozen times. It's pure, ideal, understated British humor. The beginning of the series has Arthur Dent, an average, everyday Earthman, hitching a ride on a hostile alien vessel that proceeds to destroy the Earth to make way for an interstellar highway bypass. "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" is a computerized book that contains everything a cool frood needs to hitch his way across the universe on a budget. It is contained in a sturdy plastic cover with the words "Don't Panic!" printed in clear letters on the cover.
Dr. Narang - one of the other oncologists at the Valerie Fund Center - told us not to freak out any more than necessary. She says that there are explanations of why The Boy's mass is solid and not liquid, and not all of the explanations are tumor-related. But, since The Boy's case has already been extraordinary, it wouldn't surprise anybody either way.
(Who knows - my kid might be Wolverine and might be growing a third kidney!)
(That's not a medical opinion. That's me trying not to throw myself out of my computer room window. Which wouldn't be smart, because the window is only five feet off of the ground.)
Dr. Comcast called to let me know that the pathology report would be available tomorrow, likely when The Boy and I are at chemo. That's good. Waiting for the results is as bad as waiting for an appointment.
The Wife just called. They are admitted The Boy for the night - his blood counts have gone down since the biopsy was done, and they're concerned that something is bleeding that shouldn't be bleeding. She's going to stay down there with him. I'll stay up here for the night; my father will likely go down and pick them up in the morning. Don't know what this'll do to chemo - likely reschedule it for Thursday or Friday. We'll see.
Man. The hits just keep on comin'. Looks like I can get some housecleaning done tonight, I guess.