Before |
The doc said this little bastard needed to be watched and they’d look at it again in a few months – see if he’d fattened up at all. The March scan showed that, yes, the fucker’d gotten a smidge bigger so, biopsy action, here we come. Cancer was back onstage, doing a wickedly unwelcome encore. The good doc had said, pre-biopsy, that the growth was small and that, depending on which brand of lymphoma, it could likely be treated with a magic pill versus the Big Bad (chemo). He said he wasn’t worried. K.
We thought we’d see Abramson a week after the biopsy but time expanded. One week became four. After ten days had passed without a ring-a-ding, Jen began phoning the doc’s office regularly. She hounded them for a call back with our appointment time. Jen’d been through the same no-word-back Hell in her cancer days and still carries the scar.
After |
We can do this and we will – together – as always.On the long slog through the morning rush hour traffic, I asked TAB what kind of cake he wanted. He allowed that it depends on the news. If good – something light and airy. If bad – mega heavy. OK then.
We will get through this – together.
We will triumph!
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You know how we’ll get through this? I’ll tell ya – with CAKE. We’ll hit Saint Fratelli’s after we get the news. We’ll have either Happy Dance Cake or Solace Cake but there WILL be cake.
Our appointment was for 9:40 AM. Abramson entered the exam room at 10:30 AM. By now we were both rock solid blocks of frazzled, frenzied nervosa. And then we got the magic words. It’s so small that we may opt to, at this point, do nothing at all. We’ll do a PET scan (what? why does he want to scan Rocco and Coco?) next month and the results of that will dictate treatment. If no growth, no treatment. If it’s increased a tiny bit, you’ll take one kind of pill, four times only. If it’s grown a lot – a different kind of pill on an ongoing basis.
NO chemo. NO big dealio. NO death. We're in, at absolute worst, Magic Pill Land.
YEA!!!! We hit Saint Fratellis and we hit 'em hard. A light airy cake for TAB, cuppycakes for me, their awesome lasagna for din-din and, to top it all off, mini cake bites. Yeah, I feel a few extended trike rides are in my immediate future.
"Relieved" doesn't begin to describe what I'm feeling. Go Bob - you da man!
ReplyDeleteHappy dancing here. Still!
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