I’m hoping this will be the last, but we won’t really know for a very long time.
One year with cancer – the rest to go.
Surgery went well – now we’re on to radiation before coming back to the chemo. 2019 will be a long year.
Okay, so at least to my parents’ house. The surgery was far less invasive than anticipated – which means instead of the two or three nights I was expected to be hospitalized, I just have one. As I write this, I am waiting on the discharge papers. I have a knee brace and a walker, and it hurts to walk. But that’s physical therapy for you. Thanks to everyone for Read More …
Surgery was this morning – and I’m already awake and more lucid than I have any right to be. The mass came out very easily. Almost like peeling it out. We got a clean removal, and there was no vascular re-routing required. I feel blessed – and I’m so appreciative of all the people who have reached out and given me encouragement and support. Physical therapy will start soon – Read More …
At long last, an update. Because there are finally things to update.
An update on where we are with the diagnosis and the treatment – and in every way, things are a little less hairy.
Lots of ups and downs, and more downs yet to come.
No frills. No pictures. No pithy wit. This weekend was about survival. My body has bloated. I’ve gained more than 10 pounds in less than three days. Finding a position to be comfortable is difficult. I had high blood pressure, but no fever. Checked with the doctors, and no need to come in. Maybe the best thing I did today was let go of Monday. Things I wanted to accomplish Read More …
So far, so good. I am a walking wet sack of chemicals, and we’re just getting started.