A Bad Day!

Wow, I'm not quite sure where to start, but I did have a huge sobfest earlier so I now
feel much better (nothing like a good cry every now and then). The day started out with a phone call from Monte's mom telling us that they just found out my dear father-in-law has prostate cancer. There's something about the word cancer that makes your mind go about a million places. Monte also had a dr. appt. today, I wasn't origanally planning on going with him, but decided to give our friend, Sister Mary Edwin, a call to see if she could watch Isabella. She happily agreed to what I thought would only be a couple of hours, but of course I was wrong. He saw a wonderful doctor that we had never met before, but there was LOTS of waiting. The kind where you think surely they must have forgotten about you! He took one look at my poor, sickly husband and knew he was not well at all. His color is, well, greenish, and his weight is in the 130's. That's bad, considering his healthy, pre - Crohn's weight was about 180. Let me just say, I hate this disease, I hate what it's done to my only 29 year old husband, I hate seeing him in so much pain that he honestly has a hard time even standing, I hate what it's done to our life, and I hate that Isabella has seen me so upset and emotional the last few weeks. I hate that his parents are so worried about him, when they now have so many worries of their own. I know, I'm not supposed to hate anything, but really, that's how I'm feeling right now.

So he had some tests done today, and they gave him a couple of prescriptions for antibiotics. The trip to the pharmacy involved a LOT more waiting, where they screwed up his prescriptions, had to make numerous phone calls, and more waiting, which made me extremely annoyed as Monte was in so much pain I thought he was going to pass out! THEN, we went to pay for them, and wouldn't you know there was some kind of problem with his insurance, so we had to pay the full amount for the prescriptions. We were told to contact the insurance company and figure it out with them, then we could possibly bring the receipts back in and the pharmacy would reimburse us . . .whatever, all we wanted to do was go HOME by this point.

So now we are home, I missed my sweet girl like crazy, but she had a blast with Sister. The dr. today made Monte an appt. about 100 miles away for a procedure to be done this coming Tuesday. So that's what we know for now, we'll know much more after Tuesday, and hopefully get some options for treatment so that he can get back into remission. Thankfully, my mom is going to take some time off of work and come out to take care of Isabella. And tomorrow we are heading to Monte's parents to spend the weekend. It's been a LONG few weeks, and it's been SO cold (30 below 0 today!) so I haven't even been able to get Isabella out. We need a change of scenery, and Monte's parents could use some cheering up (which our resident, goofy, two year old can provide!). And although it's easy to get down, I have hope and trust. Hope that things will get better, and trust in our loving God, that through this all, His will be done.