The week in review: my cancer journey

Last week on Wednesday April 14, I had a CT scan.  I spoke with the nurse on Thursday; she said the doc would call after he studied the scan with the radiologist and consulted his other expert friends. Office visit scheduled for later in month.

by Monday, he hadn't called, so I assumed must not be much to report...life is good!...no chemo scheduled!  I'm going on vacation!  I booked a hotel room at the sea shore for next weekend.  Woohoo!

Tuesday, he calls.  Some nodes are maybe just a little smaller (I think they are really unchanged, but he said it that way to make it sound like a positive.). But there are new nodes of concern.  Still very small, but still...they weren't of concern before.  So, I will continue chemo until August.  Re-starting AFTER my trip to the beach!

Wednesday my dermatologist called to report the biopsy of the non-healing sore on the top of my head was clear...no cancer!  She hoped the sterile biopsy incision was healing, and it is.  Yeah! No further extensive incision of my scalp!

This chemo allows my hair to grow, and it was already about 2 inches, so with the good biopsy report, I decided to see what my hairdresser could do.  She is the sweetest!  She first shaved my head two years ago; she trims and styled each new wig; she sends me cheery cards.  So Thursday, I revealed my new hair to her.  It was very emotional.  I cried.  My hair is white-gray and thin and patchy and frizzy.  It is so ugly!  She let me cry...I think she cried, too.  She gave it a good cut with a nice shape, all the time talking about what we could do with it as it gets longer...different cuts, coloring, products for the texture.  I just cried.

My husband deserves a medal.  He didn't say anything at first, and after a while, he said, "I think its's kinda cute!"  He said I looked like a friend who we both really love.  It was such a dear thing to say.  I just cried.

Friday was a new day.  No time for yesterday's tears.  My husband's friend has been repeatedly inviting us to come to his church to hear a famous guest minister tonight.  (So famous, I've never heard of him.) I didn't want to go, but I could tell Mike did, so we went.  After 1 1/2 hour of praise music, which I liked, and an hour sermon, which I appreciated, I was ready to go.  But the main event had not even started yet!  The dramatic, miraculous, unexplainable faith healing.  We were a bit mesmerized at first.  I had never witnessed this in person.  I'm afraid Mike wanted me to go up and get my miracle Healing.  (Thankfully) Others knew what was coming and the line for the miracles was quickly very long...like 75-100 people.  We snuck out the back.

And today, Saturday, I told my husband I am 100% certain God is still in charge.