On Monday, April 21st I had an ultra sound. After awhile the tech came out and said we needed to return to the clinic. I asked her if that was good news or bad news. She said she couldn't say. Well, I'm not real smart but I knew by the look on her face that something was wrong. When we got to the clinic they had no idea what was going on. The PA called the hospital to find out what was going on. Scott and I just sat there, looking scared to death at each other. Mike Riddle informed us they saw a mass and ascites (which was fluid on the abdomen) usually caused from liver problems which they had already ruled out. The other causes for the ascites would either be colon or ovarian cancer. Wow, we knew something was wrong but never dreamed it could be cancer. I was then scheduled for a CAT scan.
Our ride home was very quiet. I'm sure both of us just didn't know what to say to each other. When we got home I got on the computer to activate as many prayer chains as I could. We also called our family. Paula (my sister) made plans to come to Texas right away. She was scheduled to fly into Houston on Wednesday, April 23rd at 7:15 pm.