Today marks the one year anniversary of the very first time he stepped into a doctors office for this awful disease. A year ago today we were trying to figure out how out youngest was suddenly 19 years old and not even remotely thinking about cancer. Brad not being here to celebrate #20 with him was a nightmare that we never dreamed would become our reality.
He went to his appointment by himself because we honestly thought it was going to be pretty routine. Yes the nagging voice and feeling in my gut was still present but he looked fine. At this point his color was normal he just had a weird pain that as he referred to it, felt like he was "air locked" and was a little more tired than usual. We chalked the tiredness up to drilling wheat and the everyday stresses of life in the cattle industry. So when I still hadn't heard from him after his appointment time had come and gone I gave him a call. He told me he would call me back, he was getting ready to have blood drawn.
Now if you knew Bradley at all, you knew he hated needles and blood. Primarily needles drawing HIS blood. The man could skin a gut shot deer without batting an eye. He could be covered in blood from a spraying horn dock and not be phased. But if he caught sight of human blood, especially his, you'd better be ready to catch him because odds are, his head was getting light and he may just go down. Me being me, hung up and giggle just a little giggle because that doesn't bother me and I knew he was not loving life right then. But when even more time than a blood draw should take passed and still no word, I started to get worried.
Not only was he having blood drawn, they also wanted to do a sonogram of his gallbladder to rule out any issues with that pesky little organ. At this point a light bulb went off in my head and I just knew that's where his issues were coming from. I experienced a weird stomach pain issue when mine was acting up and I had pain in the middle of my back as well. I was also very tired so in my mind, things were lining up. I remember telling him that night I would lay money on him having his gallbladder removed very soon. Oh, if would have only been as simple as removing an angry gallbladder.........
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