The Prognosis

Yesterday, after labs, I met with a new doctor. He's a neurologist (brain dr.) I figured it would be the routine examination, questions, and then the dr. would tell me when to go back for labs. Instead I was met with some quite shocking news. I remember I just sort of sat through the appointment and then vented when I got home. The prognosis is as follows ...

To my understanding, this is what the dr. said. I have 2-5 years and my cancer will reoccur, we just don't know when. Like I said, SHOCKING! The news was not a possibility, it was more like a probability. I didn't even know what to say in the office. I was thankful for the dr. laying it all out for me, honestly and completely. Oh yeah ... MRIs every 2 months.

When I got home I cried to Andrew and Mom about how hard it was to be strong still knowing what lies ahead. I cried about the unknown. I felt mad about doing all my treatments for nothing. (Probably not the case, since I'm here now). And for the first time with this whole cancer stuff, I asked God why? I was aggravated that no one else had told me the tumor would return before, if they knew it. I was told my tumor was 100% resected, at the beginning of my journey.

By the end of the night, after many tears, I knew sleep would help. This morning, I got up and was reminded of the words of encouragement my Mom and Andrew had offered the night before. God is still in control. This hasn't taken Him by surprise. and God WILL get glory if my cancer returns. They were both very helpful in pointing out God's hand in things and listening to my unreasonable fears. Even now, I can't write about all this without crying.

So that's where we're at right now. Every 2 months we'll do MRIs. I'll still do my labs.