More Vic Saga

Vic continues being a non-complaining soldier, bearing with his catheter, etc, but today really sucked. We've been waiting all week for today's supposed CT scan, thinking it would show the location of those mysterious stents. I think we were both hoping that, finding out where they were, there would be a possibility of their removal, along with the catheter. But after getting to the radiology dept of Utah Valley Hospital, the doc's order said it was an MRI. CT Scans are short and painless; MRI's can be tortuous. At best, they're absurdly noisy and rattley, and you have to hold still for up to 45 minutes to an hour. Vic was put in the smaller of 2 machines where the roof of the machine was just inches in front of his face, and the noise was hellacious. He made it about half-way through before he just couldn't stand it any more. He sometimes has claustrophobic issues, and after that long they really kicked in. Come to find out the MRI was ordered by Dr Voss regarding a small dark area in Vic's pancreas, and had nothing to do with the stents or the prostate surgery, and could EASILY have waited until after he's well on the road to recovery from that surgery. Anyway, now he knows that next time he gets an MRI, he needs a tranquilizer first. The radiologist did say that as far as they could tell in the MRI, they didn't see any stents. Whatever that means. So first thing Monday morning, Vic will find out WHERE we can go to get his CT scan, and get that scheduled. What an ongoing mess. We stopped on the way home & bought a new couple of leg bags, then went to Gandolfo's for sandwiches, which neither of us could eat, in spite of Vic having fasted for at least 4 hours before the MRI. Never again at Gandolfo's. The rest of the day we just hung around the house, me on the computer, and Vic on his recliner in the TV room - it's the most comfortable place for him to sit. It will apparently continue to be his main official sitting place until, and probably for a couple of weeks after, his surgery on the 25th. I need to record this awesome and tender thing that Lilian did night before last: Wednesday night, about 7:40-ish, I started hearing a really light tapping sound. I thought it was Vic with his cane (on the hardwood floor). But it kept going, just slow-ish taps, and it never got any closer. So I wandered from my office to the living room, and thought maybe someone was outside. I opened the front door and it was Lilian with soup & stuff from Kneaders. She was afraid we'd gone to bed and didn't want to bother us if we had. She'd been tapping on the front door for between 5 & 10 minutes, but never rang the bell or used the knocker. Just a little tap-tap-tap...So lightly I just couldn't figure it out! What a sweetheart!