It’s three months shy of a year since my last blog. That’s pretty amazing! No news meant good news! But now, here I am. As generally expected, there is likely to be progression at some point when dealing with metastatic cancer. Shitty, right? Oh well. I’m grateful that I got to spend the whole summer not worrying about cancer.
Here’s the scoop. On August 5th I had a brain MRI. It showed progression in my right frontal lobe. But here’s the kicker; my doctors don’t know if its necrosis (death of cells), tumor growth, or both. So, I have to have brain surgery. The surgery is called NeuroBlate Laser Ablation Procedure. (Full disclosure, I had to get my pamphlet to remember what it’s called and to spell it correctly.) I’m told its minimally invasive. I guess that’s supposed to be reassuring. So what my neurosurgeon is going to do is drill a pencil eraser-sized hole in my forehead, pull a piece of this “growth” out to biopsy, and then treat with heat via a laser. I’ll obviously be under anesthesia for this so I won’t even know the biopsy results until I wake up. I’m nervous. I mean we are talking about my brain. I trust my doctors and I believe God will be with me the entire way, but good grief. This is some heavy stuff. Deep breaths.
I think the hardest part of all of this so far was having to tell my boys what is going on. They are old enough now to understand so my husband and I couldn’t keep it from them. Seeing them get scared and emotional broke my heart. But I can’t let it break my determination. I have no choice but to do whatever I have to do in order to raise my boys. So I plan to come out of this stronger than ever. I’ll keep yall posted.
This is for my family, my friends and all of you who have followed my story and kept me in your prayers. Oh, and today just happens to be my husband’s and my 12th wedding anniversary. ❤
Andra Day – “Rise Up”
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