Two 'fer' Tuesday

So my dad's favorite shopping website woot.com does two for Tuesdays. Well it's Sunday but you are so lucky your going to get two posts in one today even though it is Sunday.

Post #1: Why I cried like a five year old today

Post #2 I'll continue with Brett's Thursday doctor's appointment.

I hate dishes. Hate them. I find them evil and vile and they always return. Almost as soon as their all clean there are dirty ones again. I feel the same way about underwear. You wash your under garments and think they are all clean and suddenly you realize the ones you have on are dirty. It's a ruthless endless cycle. Anyway back to dishes. Don't tell Brett, but I usually do just about anything to get out of doing dishes. Tonight my ploy was to make dessert while Brett washes dishes. Tonight's dessert was going to be JELLO. If this statement sound weird to you I think you are weird. Yes jello is a dessert. It is not a side dish and is never a fruit. JELLO = dessert. Jellos is to side dish as... okay I'm not an English major so I can't finish this literary tool... I can't ever remember the name of the literary device I just tried to use. Getting back to JELLO. My mom makes really yummy jello. She makes it in the blender and adds cream cheese to it. yuuuummmyyyy!. So I'm going about my business making Jello while Brett does dishes. I've put the jello granules in the blender and add the 2 cups of boiling water. As i loosely place the lid on the blender I think, I hope my lowest blender setting is a slow stir. I hit the button and immediately blood red boiling liquid is spurted onto the walls, floor, table, stove, and all over my arms. I let out a screech and Brett immediately goes to work cleaning up the crime scene. I begin washing it from my arms and burst out in tears. The surprise of what had just happened and the slight pain in my arms added up to tears. Really it is quite humorous but at the time I could do nothing but cry. And this cry wasn't just a glistening tear sliding down my sheet. I was just a few decimals shy of a full on toddler cry fest.. well close. The jello turned out pretty darn good... I still have red marks my arms.

Okay as promised a second post all in one.

So once the doctor came in it was down to business. Basically there are three options. The first is do nothing... well almost nothing. Nothing is actually a CT Scan every two months for a few years and then every six months for a few more years. So the doing nothing option would mean seven years of doing something... at 5 grand a pop! The cure rate for this option is 80%. The second option is radiation treatments. There would be one treatment a day 5 days a week for just over three weeks. Seventeen treatments in all. Each treatment is 150 rads of about 15 MeV X-Rays. Those are some insane fast X-Rays. The radiation would be be concentrated on straight down the middle of his abdomen. Every treatment would take about 15 minutes and may result in a little nausea. The cure rate for this option is 98%. The final option we didn't really consider. I guess recently they've been using a treatment or two of Chemotherapy. But since this option hasn't been around as long he'd still have to get CT scans.

So we decided to go with the second option. One of the worries with this option is will we be able to have kids. Most likely we will still be able to have kids. But just to be sure we are um.... taking some precautionary measures. After meeting with the doctor Brett was mapped. This is where the tattoos happened. So basically as I understand Brett had to get another CT scan but this time without the indicator. To ensure Brett lays in the same spot every time they have lasers and they marked where the lasers go with little tiny tattoos. It'll take about a week to create models of Brett's abdomen and they'll make some dose calculations. Next Thursday they'll do a dry run and the treatments with start the Monday after. So there you go.. Just like life I'm sure there will be more to come.