Tomorrow night was supposed to be the night when we had quite a gala - a Gannett Albany celebration! We were going to mark my retirement, Joe Specter's elevation to Bureau Chief, Cara Matthews' outstanding contributions over the last six years, and the hiring of Nick Reisman.
Instead, I'm going to be spending the night in the St. Peter's Hospital ICU with nurses watching over me closely to make sure most of my current systems continue to perform adequately.
The cause of this pivot in plans: the rough night I had last night throwing up blood, despite the fact that numerous tests had discovered no problem in recent exams. That's cancer for you.
Doctors tend to take such things seriously, since rapid blood loos is a major cause of death. So this morning we called 911, had the neighborhood deluged with emergency trucks, and got transported to St. Peter's hospital.
Best news is that they found some minor tears in the region of the stomach and esophagus that could have been caused by the deep retching I did. And the very clever gastroenterologists do have a way to stop the bleeding and heal the tears. Of course, it could also be that the tumor is causing the bleeding, which presents a whole new set of problems.
Meanwhile, we are hoping for the simpler explanation and cure.
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I guess we have to cancel the stripper....
ReplyDeleteVery sorry to hear about the bloody setback. But you'll bounce back fast, you always do, like your approach shots off the green. Alas, we will all have to drink alone now on Wednesday night. But I know we'll all be thinking you. Take care, Jay. Our prayers are with you.
Thinking of you, Jay, as always.
ReplyDeleteGormley's right, the outfit is going back into storage until you are ready. Mike's been making me do this stuff since he was our softball coach at The Press & Sun-Bulletin.
ReplyDeleteTalked to House and Milligan today, and they join me in sending good thoughts....