Happy Thanksgiving everybody!  I'm headed to my sister-in-law's for a huge T-giving dinner with DH's family - there'll be 14 of us (including our two little ones), so the place will be hopping.  I'm bringing a very yummy salad - romaine, herb greens, halved green, red and black grapes, apples, crumbled blue cheese and spiced almond slivers.  I made the almonds last night - two batches - the first batch came out perfectly.  Then I realized if I didn't make more, I'd have to throw out the left over sugar/cayenne pepper mixture and there'd be a boatload of almond slivers taking up space in my pantry.  So I figure I'd make a second batch and give it to my mom as a little gift.  Thank goodness the first batch was perfect because the second batch came out like brittle.  Nasty - too much sugar!  Ah, well, it was worth the try.

So I've been steadily losing the weight again, but these days I'm more obsessed about the weight loss I'm seeing in DH.  He's dropped dramatically in the past month - 10 pounds, at least.  5 of if in the last week.  1.6 pounds in the past two days.  Sounds like something I'd normally envy, except he isn't doing anything differently.  No exercise, no dieting.  We saw the doc yesterday and she's as worried as we are.  So they did the first round of tests and bloodwork (which we'll learn about tomorrow) but so far, nothing looks abnormal.  So they're going to keep looking.  They've ordered the chest x-ray, CT scan and colonoscopy.  DH is understandably freaked.  And we're not going to mention a word of this to his family - there's nothing to tell.  I mistakenly said something to my mom, just so she'd think good thoughts.  But she's worried, too, so she's asking all the questions like, "is he eating?" Yes.  "Maybe he's stressed?"  Sure he is Mom, but the doc is worried too - stress alone doesn't cause this kind of rapid loss.  "Well...is he eating enough?"  Argh.

You get the idea.  So we're not going to talk about it with his family until there's something to talk about, and hopefully there won't be something.  The doc did say it could be some weird, benign thing causing it. He's thin to begin with, so he's prepared for somebody to notice and say something.  Heck, I notice it and I see him every day. I'm afraid, guys. This isn't cool.  His dad died of cancer, so no surprise that's the elephant in the room.

In the meantime, I have to convince him to run, not walk, to the tests the doc ordered - she left it up to us to schedule them - so naturally, he'd rather take his time.  She said, "Go enjoy your family at Thanksgiving. Let's look at the bloodwork on Friday, but in the meantime, I want you to schedule these tests. You don't have to do them on Friday, but let's get them done next week."  So what does he do?  He figures he'll get them done NEXT Friday. 

So I had the talk with him last night.  If it's the Big C, it's agressively sapping his body.  We need to find it and stop it.  And quickly before whatever it is keeps wasting him away.  Or else rule it out so we don't go looney wondering.  He nodded.  We're freaked.  And fearful.  And I know freaked and fearful people sometimes don't make the greatest choices.  So we've vowed to be as nice to one another as possible and use humor as much as we can. And be thankful for what we have, for the people we have in our lives, for our friends, families and all who lend support. 

So, you fabulous people who lend support, please think good thoughts to help us through what, so far, has been a strange week.  I'm thankful for you all. 

-DD