May 302013
 

I just this minute realized it’s been a week since I’ve written anything here. Stress has been a close companion the past few weeks. Too close a companion. Isn’t stress a funny thing? It’s pretty much a self-induced condition… we have control over it but somehow it doesn’t seem that we do. Of course there’s a physical response to stress that hits but ultimately we do have control over how bad the impact is. I’m sure you’ve all read the same techniques for stress reduction that I have so I won’t go into all of that.

Where to begin. Let’s start with the most recent MRI… okay, it’s not really causing too much stress. I picked up a copy of the images the other day. After studying the grey and white spots, the squiggly things, and the overall look of the brain… and comparing it to all the same things on the previous MRIs, it would appear to me that the beast has progressed a little but not excessively. However, I don’t really know how to read an MRI so I don’t know what I’m really looking at LOL I guess the best course of action is to wait until I see the neuro guru again in a few week to see what he thinks.

Well, there’s a small amount of work-related stress but that’s normal and it’s not really taking a toll on me. Deadlines, lots of work, big exercises… that’s the type of stress that provides the motivation and incentive to reach some goals. Ultimately, a good thing.

Then there’s the financial stress, which is getting oh so much better. I’m surprised actually… it hasn’t taken us that long to dig our way out of the money pit. We aren’t quite there yet but so close… I can see that light… I can see the rim… almost!

Okay, here we go… the biggest stressor right now. My Dad… he’s sick.

The big C has moved into his body. It’s been an emotional few weeks.

Lung cancer. It’s taken a few weeks to get all the test results but they are in and he’s settled on a treatment plan. His doctors are telling him total cure. Thank goodness!

Next week he’ll have 50% of a lung removed and he’ll start 4 months of chemotherapy. Because there is no sign of cancer anywhere else in his body, because it appears to be in the infant stages, all indicators point to full recovery. Thank God. There has been so much prayer.

So the stress… it wasn’t so much about the cancer. It was more thinking about life without Dad. I am not ready for that yet. I know it’ll come one day. The life & death cycle dictates it. Throughout the past few weeks there have been lots and lots of conversations between all of us. Funerals, life plans, memories, changes, life before & life after.

Like most incidents of the big c, this came out of seemingly no where. Dad was healthy. In fact, he’d had 2 physicals just prior his diagnosis and both gave him a clean bill of health. A few days after receiving the good news, Dad developed a cough. He went to the doctor and they thought it was a bronchitis type thing… antibiotics were prescribed. A week later there wasn’t any improvement so he went back. Another antibiotic was prescribed. Still no better… a chest x-ray and more meds were prescribed. Well, thank goodness for the chest x-ray… they saw a spot. A CT scan was done quickly and all signs pointed to cancer. Another week or 10 days went by with more tests… ABGs, PFTs, PET scan, biopsy. Confirmation. Tears. Decisions.

I am going home next week. I will be there for his surgery with the rest of my family.

There are times when I don’t like living hundreds of miles away.

Transition here…

Some photos… spring football scrimmage and powder puff football… the end of school is tomorrow. Coach will begin his summer schedule.

 

Being an adult is like looking both ways before you cross the street and then getting hit by an airplane.

  6 Responses to “The Big C”

  1. All of my lucky charms go to your Dad and his surgeon. Surely that will make all go well. Four months of chemo is a good way to mess up a Summer vacation, but I bet Fall is nicer in Texas anyway, Especially a Fall with a clean bill of health.

    You keep working on your stress management. Drop on over to my place and see my tangleated icosahedron!

  2. So sorry for your dad and you. I’ll be praying that everything turns out well.
    Peace,
    Muff

  3. I am so sorry to hear this. Sending many, many good wishes to you and yours.

  4. Prayers to you and your family, My mom died from lung cancer it was caught early, she had many other health problems, trying to treat it would have shorted or ended her life, Thankfully it was very slow growing so we had years with her.

  5. I am so sorry about your father having to battle this. I hope the news from here on are all good!

  6. Hi Sherri,

    I am glad they caught your dad’s lung cancer early. I hope all goes well with the surgery. My prayers go out to you and your family. My dad wasn’t as lucky. By the time they diagnosed the lung cancer it has metastasized to his brain and spine.

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