After two tortuous weeks that have felt more like a year, Michael had another scan this morning – this one a more detailed, high-resolution, diagnostic scan to figure out what it was his initial scan picked up.
We were extremely grateful to get a call from his oncologist within a few hours (we were afraid we might have to wait until tomorrow or even next week to hear anything). The word is, his doctor is convinced it’s not cancer. He looked at the scan and the report, and he consulted with a radiologist and a surgeon, and none of them thinks it’s cancer. It’s most likely scar tissue and/or the residual effects of the terrible post-surgery infection he had in April. Michael asked him what the next step is, and his doctor said, “Enjoy the holidays.” He does want to follow up with more blood work in about six weeks, and possibly another scan in six months just to monitor, but the official word is that Michael remains in remission.
To say we are relieved and thankful doesn’t begin to cover it. It’s like we’ve been holding our breath, living under this dark cloud with terrible possibilities looming before us. It’s felt like life is on hold, and the tension has impacted all of us, including the kids, even though the kids have had no idea that this has been going on (with the exception of Kevin – he’s too old and intuitive to keep many secrets from at this point). It’s been difficult to feel the holiday spirit, and even though my ultrasound last week was such good news, I haven’t even been able to allow myself to get excited about the baby. “My husband might have cancer again,” repeated over and over in my head.
Now we can move on. It’s time to celebrate.