Having an old co-worker reach out to me on LinkedIn and then noticing he has fucking pronouns in his profile.
Nope. Don't even want to hear why.
My old house had a metal roof. I also had a problematic woodpecker. After a few months of that shit, I walked outside at 530am in my boxers with a [olive branch and we resolved our differences peacefully, with nary a trouble ever again. Last I heard, the woodpecker was living happily somewhere in Florida.]
When I got my vasectomy my mother in law took the kids for the weekend. She took my son who was 3 to the store with her and he informed the cashier that I was at the hospital getting my penis cut.
If your wife has officially been diagnosed (it is not clear from your posts if she had a CT scan that was "suspicious" or how she was diagnosed) then the kind of doctor you should ask about seeing is someone board certified in "Gynecologic Oncology." These are docs that did OB/GYN residency and then did additional subspecialty training specifically in lady part cancers. I'm not sure what part of LA you are in but I know NOLA and Shreveport should have some and I would guess places like Baton Rouge and Lake Charles would as well. It could be that your local Gyn doc knows they won't schedule a new patient without an ultrasound or something.
When her doctor said that I told her "Wow! It is amazing how none of your education went into that statement." The asshole just shrugged and walked out. Doctors today don't fuckin care. They're about as useful as screen doors on the space station.
She goes in this week with her OB to find out for sure what it is. The fact the doctor that did the CT told her it was cancer pisses me the fuck off. I cannot stand NOLA but I live about 35, 40 minutes from it on the North shore. I'll have an update this week hopefully with a definitive answer from someone that isn't fuckin useless.
Strongly recommend either going to the Mayo Clinic campus or to Houston (MD Anderson) for treatment, if that’s what you do need.
