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Thank you all for your support and concern.
I talked to my stepmom this afternoon and she said Dad was not down from recovery, yet, so she was not sure if he was awake, but his Dr. was very happy with the surgery and says there is no reason to think my dad will need chemotherapy or radiation, etc., as further treatment for this growth.
I know that they will be doing tests on the mass to determine more about it, but they are satisfied that they caught whatever it is and stopped its growth/spreading with this procedure.
They say he may be a bit sore and maybe tired for a few days, but they expect a fairly uncomplicated recovery after removal of the kidney and the mass/cyst/tumor, whatever it is.
I am very relieved about this, and have been on edge all day long in anticipation of word. I'll update this post when I hear that he's awakened and what his feelings are.
Thanks again for your thoughts and prayers, positive energy, it is all very appreciated, more than you will know.
Edited to add one of my Dad's favorite pieces (to know and spend time with my Dad is also to spend time among many of his favorite authors, John Steinbeck, e.e. cummings, Walt Whitman, and so on. Our road trips as kids and family gatherings were punctuated with quotations and recitations of poetry and prose befitting of the occasion and surroundings.
of literary work, by Walt Whitman, an excerpt from "Song of Myself":
"My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths,
Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern,
Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five thousand years,
Waiting responses from oracles, honoring the gods, saluting the sun,
Making a fetish of the first rock or stump, powowing with sticks in
the circle of obis,
Helping the llama or brahmin as he trims the lamps of the idols,
Dancing yet through the streets in a phallic procession, rapt and
austere in the woods a gymnosophist,
Drinking mead from the skull-cap, to Shastas and Vedas admirant,
minding the Koran,
Walking the teokallis, spotted with gore from the stone and knife,
beating the serpent-skin drum,
Accepting the Gospels, accepting him that was crucified, knowing
assuredly that he is divine,
To the mass kneeling or the puritan's prayer rising, or sitting
patiently in a pew,
Ranting and frothing in my insane crisis, or waiting dead-like till
my spirit arouses me,
Looking forth on pavement and land, or outside of pavement and land,
Belonging to the winders of the circuit of circuits.
One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like a
man leaving charges before a journey.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world…
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.â€
Walt Whitman
Liz M. and family
I talked to my stepmom this afternoon and she said Dad was not down from recovery, yet, so she was not sure if he was awake, but his Dr. was very happy with the surgery and says there is no reason to think my dad will need chemotherapy or radiation, etc., as further treatment for this growth.
I know that they will be doing tests on the mass to determine more about it, but they are satisfied that they caught whatever it is and stopped its growth/spreading with this procedure.
They say he may be a bit sore and maybe tired for a few days, but they expect a fairly uncomplicated recovery after removal of the kidney and the mass/cyst/tumor, whatever it is.
I am very relieved about this, and have been on edge all day long in anticipation of word. I'll update this post when I hear that he's awakened and what his feelings are.
Thanks again for your thoughts and prayers, positive energy, it is all very appreciated, more than you will know.
Edited to add one of my Dad's favorite pieces (to know and spend time with my Dad is also to spend time among many of his favorite authors, John Steinbeck, e.e. cummings, Walt Whitman, and so on. Our road trips as kids and family gatherings were punctuated with quotations and recitations of poetry and prose befitting of the occasion and surroundings.
"My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths,
Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern,
Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five thousand years,
Waiting responses from oracles, honoring the gods, saluting the sun,
Making a fetish of the first rock or stump, powowing with sticks in
the circle of obis,
Helping the llama or brahmin as he trims the lamps of the idols,
Dancing yet through the streets in a phallic procession, rapt and
austere in the woods a gymnosophist,
Drinking mead from the skull-cap, to Shastas and Vedas admirant,
minding the Koran,
Walking the teokallis, spotted with gore from the stone and knife,
beating the serpent-skin drum,
Accepting the Gospels, accepting him that was crucified, knowing
assuredly that he is divine,
To the mass kneeling or the puritan's prayer rising, or sitting
patiently in a pew,
Ranting and frothing in my insane crisis, or waiting dead-like till
my spirit arouses me,
Looking forth on pavement and land, or outside of pavement and land,
Belonging to the winders of the circuit of circuits.
One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like a
man leaving charges before a journey.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world…
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.â€
Walt Whitman
Liz M. and family
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