A clear scan.
I could hardly believe my ears when the words came out of his mouth. But the smile on his face and on the face of my husband told me it was true. For the third time in a row, there is no evidence of any active cancer in my body.
I can hardly believe the grace we have been shown.
I could not pull myself together. Dr. C and JD kept talking about what we do next and I tried weighing in on the conversation but just kept faltering.
So. What do we do next? That is kind of the hard part. Hard in that there is nothing to tell us what we should do. No clinical guidelines to follow. No research that gives a clear picture. Truth is that there are so few of us that survive this long and do this well that there’s not enough to study.
So we go on intuition and gut feelings and we pray a lot. For now, the plan is to spread my treatments out a bit. To do one every 4 weeks instead of every 3. An extra week may not sound like much but it sounds like heaven to me to have another week to recover and feel good between treatments. I have been showing signs of toxicity. After my last treatment in May about half my hair fell out again. That was worse than being completely bald. I stay busy trying to arrange the 3 hairs on my head just right to show the least amount of scalp possible but I’m rarely successful. The tingling in my hands has gotten a bit worse and the fatigue is not so pleasant.
But I’m here. Twenty months into a journey that doesn’t last half that long for most people, I’m here and doing well. I’m going to be able to have a great summer with my family and it’s starting to look like putting a deposit on that house for next spring break wasn’t foolish after all.
Thank you for your prayers and your well wishes. Twenty months in they mean more than ever. I’m thankful for your steadfastness.
And for His.