The Road to Recovery

Today would be day six on the road to recovery for Angela. We had our first meeting with the surgeon to discuss treatment options. She is very direct and thorough. I think we have found a good one.

It seems that the first step to evicting the unwanted squatter in my wife's breast will be an MRI. Our doctor wants to make sure there aren't any siblings, friends or known associates of the little beggar hanging around but masked from the mammogram. Once we have an all clear that this is a loner, we'll proceed with eviction.

Where We are Now

Today is day three on the road to recovery for Angela. Although we haven't begun treatment yet, we are heading in the right direction.

Last night after dinner we did I suppose what many couples do when faced with cancer. We went to the local Barnes and Noble to look for books on treatment, recovery, support, anything that will help us make sense of something that can't be made to fit into a nice neat box. Yes, that's anger from me. Why did this happen? Why to us? Why is this happening now? How does God let this happen? I know that there aren't any answers to those questions. But that doesn't make them disappear.

This is a test. A test of patience. A test of faith. A test of everything that makes a marriage strong. Each day from here on is a blessing. We aren't promised tomorrow, so today will have to do.

The Beast That's Eating My Wife

Well we got the news today that we didn't really want to hear. There is a creature, small in stature who wants to eat my wife. He (or she) is only 2cm but don't let his size fool you. He is truly an unwelcome guest who has taken up residency in my wife's left breast.

We don't know where he came from, nor do we remember inviting him. My wife discovered the vagabond quite by accident slightly over one week ago. We took our first trip to the doctor's office and there had a photo made of the rascal. He is not very photogenic, and is down right ugly.

On Monday the 8th, we again made the trip to the doctor. This time we went to see if they could get do a biopsy to find out his intentions. Was he merely an unwelcome guest who is like the party guest who stays too long, drinks too much of your best booze and pukes on your couch? Or is he more of the nasty, sneaky Al Qaeda-type who can't wait to meet the 72 virgins?

Well, the news came back today, and it wasn't quite the news for which we had hoped. The unwelcome guest is a nasty little bugger. But with a little bit of luck we may have discovered his intrusion before he has a chance to multiply.

The thing that will be the hardest over the course of the next few days will be the next few days. The waiting for what our next step will be is going to truly try our patience.