We waited all day for the phone call that came around 5:00 pm and lasted 3 minutes. It began with “Well, the news is not as good as I had hoped.” – this from the surgeon who had already said after surgery, “It looks really bad.”
God’s sense of irony continues: she received that phone call while I was conducting a wedding rehearsal. Surely, the writer of Ecclesiastes speaks truth, “There is a time and a season for every matter under Heaven.” Babies are born, weddings take place … while others fight disease and riot in the streets of Ferguson. “We are not our own; we are God’s,” as John Calvin so eloquently wrote hundreds of years ago.
The pathology report confirmed that the cancer has completely invaded the lymph system on her left side. Cancer was found in a large number of lymph nodes – maybe all of them, we are not sure. I’ll spare you more medical details.
The next step is the PET scan, which will be expedited under the circumstances. She also was told that the schedule for her chemotherapy would be moved up. We don’t think that’s a good sign either. None of this news affects the treatment she will receive, and we have known she was in for chemotherapy and radiation for some time. The challenge before her remains the same.
We are getting a little weary of only getting news that’s “worse than expected.”
We are, however, putting one foot in front of the other.
The laughter now is mixed with the occasional tear, but “Bell joy” will never die.
Margaret wanted me to share her quotation of the day:
The nicest place to be is in someone’s thoughts.
The safest place to be is in someone’s prayers.
And the very best place to be is in the hands of God. – author unknown
She is at peace knowing she is in your thoughts and prayers – and in the hands of God.
FYI I doubt I will post anything for a few days unless there’s a new development.