Three best friends, a full tank, Fleetwood Mac on the play list, Monastery bound, and rainy summer day setting behind us. That is exactly how this little trip to CTCA began.
However, the trip left us seeing more cancer on the CT scan and coming back for more chemo infusions. BUT. It’s going to be ok. I feel a huge blessing about this scan. I feel a sense of gratitude to GOD. I’m very up lifted through my Sisters-in-Christ and I feel this is the best news on the return of cancer.
- It is not attached to any major organs.
- It is neither big nor widespread in her body.
- The chemotherapy will not make her lose her hair.
- We have the BEST OBGYN doctor in the country.
But most of all, I know the Lord is with us. I have turned my tears into, thank you. Thank you for all of the above about the return of cancer. I’m becoming so amazed at what the Lord can do and discovering the strength He is giving me. My fire is slowly staying a flame.
As soon as we found out the results, it was overwhelming no doubt, we cried in fear.
This time we stayed an extra night due to, “CT prepping” my poor little momma has such sensitive skin and the contrast breaks her out each time. With very little funds and nowhere to go but the hotel room, we decided to make the most of our extra time cooking in our hotel room. Thankfully, the Fresh Market was having an amazing sale on chicken, vegetables, salad, and cookies. (Grab bag special at its finest!)
By this time, her medications were ready for pick up and the storm had settled in for the afternoon. This was making our cooking endeavor harder than expected. Arriving back at our hotel, my dad grilled in the rain as my mom watched from the lobby window. It was getting dark, and wet, and we weren’t getting anywhere with the grilled chicken. Right before we lost all heat from the grill, we pulled it off and headed toward the room. A trail of dripping chicken juice was everywhere! That is what happens when you only have a few cooking essentials. (One strainer and a handful of napkins.)
Thankfully, we did have a very small stove-up in our hotel room and was finally able to fest on the bird. At 3 in the morning I could feel a pat on my back, as my mom was rubbing my arm with her other hand. I honestly wasn’t in a deep sleep due to the breathing machine papa bear was wearing anyways. But my mom was crying and wanted me to know how much she loved me. I told her it was going to be ok and that I was with her until the end. We began to chitchat and ending up laughing until I had to go pee. (I seem to be the one always laughing until I pee on myself) Never the less, it was another sweet memory I will have with her. It was a night that provided plenty of laughs at 3am.
I would like to remember these moments from our stay and not that, “cancer is back”.