Archive for April 7th, 2009

So. In the last couple of months, we found out that Teresa’s thyroid needed to come out ASAP. We (well, she) survived that procedure — which was twice as difficult as it was expected to be — and lived through the Keystone Kops-like antics of a handful of residents at Lenox Hill (I love my mother, but when she — and not the guys who were allegedly studying Teresa’s charts and levels every few hours — figured out what was wrong with my wife based on a chat she had with a co-worker at an elementary school… yeah, that’s infuriating).

We found out yesterday that the thyroid was cancerous and that there is some residual cancer in the place where once was her thyroid.

Papillary cancer. More consultations need to be made (do we treat it now or later; does it ever need to be treated at all?), but there’s a 98% success rate for folks who end up drinking the radioactive bevvy that kills off the naughty cells.

Oh, and my mother hit her head at school the other day. I told her to see a doctor. She insisted she was fine. I insisted so was Natasha Richardson. She insisted it was Miranda Richardson who died. I insisted that she was wrong, but that that was beside the point. She insisted I was wrong and that I was wrong. Now we find that I may have been right on both counts. She’s seeing a doctor tomorrow for the nausea she is feeling.

Tomorrow, not only will I return to writing funny things (to keep sane), but I’ll be buying a handful of lottery tickets. Karmically, the Resniks are long overdue.

And again, we can’t thank those of you that have been calling and writing. Extreme depression is a major side effect of this procedure, but between me letting her order me around and our close friends’ support, Teresa is only very depressed. Kidding. She’s as optimistic and bright as she’s always been (mostly).

OK. Barring any more horrible news, I will resume the regular stuff tomorrow. Fuck, what is this? The third time I’m saying this?

So many lottery tickets.