Mat has recently developed a new habit: waking up in the middle of the night to run to the bathroom and throw up. As endearing and invigorating as this habit is, Mat thought it best to mention it to Dr. Ryan during his visit on Thursday.
Dr. Ryan suspected that tumor growth was pressing on Mat's digestive tract, creating a blockage. Knowing that we have a trip planned, and knowing that a blockage can call for surgery and interfere with those plans, he got Mat in to see a GI specialist on Friday for an endoscopy (that's en-dos-kuh-pee, so you don't have to wonder).
An endoscopy is very much like what Mat tried to do to our bathroom sink pipes a couple of weeks ago. A long tube is crammed in your throat (lucky for Mat, he was sedated, although he does remember this happening) and through the stomach and small intestine, to look for blockages.
Fortunately, the GI specialist didn't find a blockage, but did find some stomach compression from a nearby infected lymph node. Also fortunately, the GI specialist was better at his job of roto-rootering than Mat was. While Mat emerged from his procedure unscathed ... we no longer have a bathroom sink.
Altogether Mat found it a relaxing day at the hospital (8 a.m. to 7 p.m.). I did not find it relaxing. I spent the day freaking out about the possibility of surgery. Of the two of us, I am often the one designated to freak out. It's a job I do quite thoroughly.
Mat has more tests scheduled for Monday, but in the meantime, he's been instructed to eat small meals, eat slowly, and chew thoroughly. In other words, listen to your mother, already.