Sorry, this post isn't for the squeamish. But there's good news from the hospital in Hermosillo where our friend Tim has now been waiting for a diagnosis for two weeks. The final cancer/no cancer discovery is supposed to be reported today, but analysis of the fluid from his lungs doesn't show any cancer cells. His spirits improved immensely when he heard about that. A tumor has been detected, and he had a second biopsy to analyze it.
He's looking more chipper and loves having company. For a few days he was in a four-bed room, but they've moved him to a single room near the nurses' station now. He can't eat solid food, though he dreams of ham sandwiches. Apparently all he can handle is Ensure and juice, which they don't provide at the hospital, so essentially his friends are keeping him fed. A nurse named Beatriz is beginning to pay more attention to his hygiene, giving him sponge baths, washing his hair, and shaving him. This is a big improvement over the Guaymas hospital, where he went for five days without so much as a wash. Location, location, location.
What he really wants is his laptop so he can watch DVDs, but we're hesitant to take it to him. Just one good nap, or a trip to X-ray, and he might never see it again. I thought I might take mine in, set him up with a movie, sit with him and then take it away when the movie's over. I'm going to take him some flan, perhaps another book on disk, and some guanabana juice, which my maestra Lolita researched...it's said to have qualities similar to chemo but much more benign.
Let's hear it for Blogger Power! Our PayPal account for Tim's medicine has collected $200 USD, and I'm taking it Saturday to deposit in his fund at the hospital. Here's a big cyberhug for Bob, Miguel and Mark, and welcome to Team Tim!