Finally, an answer

My Favorite Guy can text!

My Favorite Guy finally has his own cellphone, rather than using my last castoff. He’s been tenacious about learning how to use it, even how to text.

That came in handy last week when I had a test and needed to be sedated. After being sent back to the waiting area for the test to begin, he texted son Dan and his wife. Then again when I was in recovery.

Finally, a note about the diagnosis: Crohn’s, a lifelong condition that can’t be cured. 

Although surprised by it, I finally have an answer to the miseries of the last several months. Very few people are diagnosed with it at my age. Most people develop it before the age of 30, but I’m thankful it didn’t show up earlier.

I don’t know how quickly the steroid prescribed might offer relief, when I get to try it. The pharmacy closed early Friday because of the lack of staffing. I’d certainly like to enjoy lunch out with my Favorite Guy later this week for our 59th anniversary!

Then learning to live with this new disease.

What’s next?

A heart surgeon next month. But what about “we’re watching your aorta”? Well, it’s time to talk to a surgeon. Another new experience, as Grandma Leora used to say.