Knowing that my wife’s mortality is staring both of us in the face, we knew that this year would be the last Valentine’s Day that we would ever share. About two weeks prior, we had tried to find a nice place for a Valentine’s meal but came up dry. In 22 years of marriage, we had never gone to a nice restaurant for dinner on February 14th. As often happened in the past, I had decided to buy a nice steak and the trimmings and hope for dinner on another night. It was disappointing.
However, two days prior, we received a call saying that the best place in town, Tavern at the Lodge, had a cancellation. We were grateful and really excited for this unexpected gift. Tavern was offering a seven-course meal for the evening.
We arrived shortly after 5 PM. Meal service was scheduled to begin at 5:30. We got the table next to the fireplace. I tried all the dishes as they came out. Many I have never had before and likely would never order again. The meal also came with two glasses of wine. One was a very dry white and the other a dry red. I didn’t like either one. Below are a few photos of the meal.
I think we only got pictures for five of the seven items. I don’t claim to be as thorough as Johnnie Does.
After the meal, we stared across the table at each other. We both knew this was the last Valentine’s dinner that we would share together. We both started crying; something I did off and on for about the next 20 minutes. Finally, it was my turn to pay the bill. Once that was done, we went home.
Also in February were more medical procedures including additional chemo and immunotherapy.
The cyst that regrew was removed from my wife’s back. This time the doctor thinks he got it all.
Toward the end of the month was the placement of an esophageal stint. What a horrible thing to do to someone. My wife is suffering terribly as a result of the stint. Her body aches all over and she has constant nausea. The stint is supposed to force her esophagus open to 18 millimeters (50 percent more than it can be stretched any other way.) Oh, and it’s about 5 inches long. How would you like that object surgically placed in your throat? She is experiencing lots of coughing fits as a result. It also doesn’t help that she has more fluid in the plenum cavity in her chest. You know my wife is sick when she is skipping church and shunning visitors.
CT and PET scans in March will likely direct what future treatment that she receives.
Oh, lastly, in my previous post, the news that I posted seemed rather dire. At our last meeting with the Oncologist, I asked about the write-up from the other doctor that I had previously posted about. The Oncologist was dismissive of the conclusions in that report. In short, his comments were thus, one conclusion would require surgery to confirm, and the other is premature but might be supported once the next PET scan was done. He didn’t really say “no” to what was in the report, more that it was just too early to go there yet.