When I wrote the other day I promised to keep you up to date on my treatment plan, so here goes… (See the previous blog if you need to catch up on the my current cancer news.)
Ellie and I met with the radiation oncologist today and the news was not what we were hoping to receive. Earlier this week I had an enhanced MRI of my brain to assess in more detail the size and location of my brain tumors. It turns out there are several more tumors than they had first seen. This isn’t surprising, since brain metastases with breast cancer often manifests itself in clusters.
The good news is that my tumors are very small, none of them is in a critical location (near the optic nerve, etc.), and this is still a very treatable condition.
The results of this MRI, however, did raise several questions about the appropriate form of radiation that I should undertake. At my doctor’s encouragement, we are pursuing a second opinion to help make the determination of which type of radiation would be best.
My oncologist assures me that while I need to move forward with treatment, this is not an emergency situation, and I do have some time to assess the best plan for treatment.
As I wrote earlier in the week, in the short term my condition is very treatable. We have every reason to believe that I will be tumor free very soon. The issue we’re facing is which treatment presents the best long term plan for my particular situation.
I promised to be open and transparent with you, so that’s where we stand!
Every week in worship we pray for God to “give us this day our daily bread.” Earlier this week I realized that after years of praying that prayer I am finally beginning to experience what it really means. In a very powerful way, God has given to Ellie and me the peace that we need to make this journey one day at a time.
To be sure, we’re experiencing a whirlwind of emotions, and we will continue to do so for some time to come. But each day, God has blessed us with a gift of grace… a bit of “daily bread” to sustain us.
Part of that sustenance has come from the outpouring I have experienced from so many of you. I wish I could thank each of you individually for your cards, your emails, your prayers, your words of support. They each mean more to me that you can ever know!
In the meantime, thanks to the doctor’s help, my headaches have disappeared and for that I am thankful. Sunday is going to be a special day as we gather to celebrate 175 years of ministry as the Roswell Presbyterian Church, and I’m looking forward to sharing in that with you. I’ll see you then!