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Thursday, July 23, 2009
Bobby and the Bloody Bladder
Here are two shots of Bobby in his private room at Touro Infirmary. That's right, he's been taking a time-out at his favorite spa again.
Seems late last week, he was beginning to pass a little blood in his urine, and when he mentioned this to his doctor, the doctor thought it might be a good idea for him to see a urologist. He made an appointment for Tuesday afternoon, but before he had a chance to keep it, he started having gushers that same morning here at home. Bobby called the urologist who told him something like, "Fool, get your ass to the hospital."
So we hauled tail.
The next day (yesterday), they did some tests and found a tumor in his bladder. They removed it, and believe they got it all, so things are looking good. We'll know by next week whether the tumor was benign or malignant. In either case, the doctors believe he's going to be fine.
We shot these pictures within an hour of the procedure. How many people do you know would be smiling like this after going through something like that? But Bobby, he just loves the attention. I think he's addicted to nurses.
(By the way, I also have some catheter pictures, but you'll have to pay to see those.)