The neurosurgeon said that the "growth" in his spinal cord might be a "tumor, scar tissue, a sign of MS, or a shadow." For now we were just told to go back to the neurologist to do more testing for MS and to have another MRI done in 6 months to a year to check the growth. It's between C6 & 7 in the spine.

So I suppose no news is better than bad news? I guess they could have said, "sorry, brain cancer, you have 2 hours to live." But they didn't so I'm being positive. But I'm angry at how we found out AND that the frickin' neurologist just called TODAY to tell us that he was being referred...thanks, bitch, the appt. was yesterday. We are writing a letter to someone about it, but we aren't sure who to write to yet.

Thanks to all my praying friends, for the prayers already prayed and those that we still need. We see the neurologist on Wednesday, which is also Vic's 33rd birthday. Pray for more good news, no MS, no tumors, and for his crazy muscle spasms/tension to be something that can be easily fixed...and my sanity...and for a baby for the crazy muscle spasm couple. I feel like I'm writing a letter to Santa...but really it's just for yall to pray about! I love yall! :)

I'm off to William & Heather's wedding in the morning. It's Saturday. Yeah for weddings!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANDY RUE & AMY WALLER!

So I was just on the phone with Kelly and I got a beep from UT Southwestern Medical Center. Vic saw a neurologist there about 3 weeks ago because of some issues with his muscles contracting and being stiff for no reason. They sent him for an MRI last Monday, the 10th and scheduled an appt. for Apr 2nd (Vic's birthday, no less). So today when they show up on caller ID, I'm just assuming that it's something with that. So here's the conversation:

Girl: "Hi, is Fred there?"

Me: "No, can I take a message?"

Girl: "This is So-and-so from UT Southwestern Neurosurgery department and I need to set up an appointment for him."

Me: "Well. He has an appt. on Apr. 2nd, does he need another one?"

Girl: (clicks on the computer for a few second) "Oh, yes, that's with the neurologist, this is the neuroSURGERY and he has been referred to us."

Me: "He doesn't know he even needed to be referred anywhere, we haven't gotten the MRI report yet."

Girl: (after a good 20 seconds of awkward silence) Well, I'm not sure why he hasn't been contacted. I just have the referral here from Dr. Whatever and it says to get him in ASAP.

Me: "Here is his cell phone, call him."

So I gave it about 5 minutes and called him. He doesn't know anymore than I did. So I had him call the Dr's office and they told him that they have 15 days to get him the report and that the nurse is gone for the day but they will leave a message for her to call him tomorrow. He called me back to tell me and I told him to call again and have the nurse paged TONIGHT. I haven't heard back from him.

This is SO not cool. How the fuck do they just call and say "You've been referred to a neurosurgeon ASAP, but we don't know why." Someone should have called him and told him that he was being referred for reason XYZ. And now I'm crazy wanting to know what is wrong with his brain now that looks as if he needs brain surgery....

So please pray for Vic. And me. We are really just too busy worrying about getting pregnant to have brain surgery thrown in the mix. That does damper the plans a tad.

Oh, and go ahead and ask Davis to ask God to protect Vic's brain along w/ his throw up. (gag).

More later....

SO the 2 year anniversary of Mom's death was offically March 10th, but today is the Friday before Spring Break and that's what day the 10th landed on 2 years ago. So much has happened since then. But at the same time if feels like it was yesterday. They say time heals all wounds...but I think that is just something we tell ourselves. Really, we just find something to occupy our minds rather than the wound; but when things like the anniversary of your Mom's suicide rolls around it feels just as fresh. Anyway, I made it through Monday fine, I suppose. I had dinner with Dad and William. We didn't talk about her much, but we did order her a dessert and sat it where she should have been sitting. That was a rather somber moment that didn't need much said about it. The poor little waitress didn't understand why we weren't eating it, didn't want a box, and said that it was great...it was better to leave her clueless.

I started my period today. Normally that wouldn't be blog worthy, but it is the first one I've started w/out drug help at the scheduled time (26-30 days since the last one) in about a year. I've been taking Metaformin to help with the ovarian cysts and to hopefully get myself knocked up. The cysts are gone, Aunt Flo is visiting on her own free will, and the Clomid has been called in to the Greens-of-Wal. SO lets all cross our fingers and say some prayers that this works!

William and Heather will be married in only 15 days. I'm getting excited to go to the wedding. It's hard to believe that it was a year ago that he proposed. Time goes so fast when you are getting old. Speaking of old, Kim will only be in her twenties for 1 more week. Then, she will enter the "Dirty Thirties" as I've recently heard them called, which I find rather amusing. I used to hate being the youngest of my friends...but I'm starting to enjoy it.