Wednesday I went into my oncologist's office waiting to hear results of an MRI. I had been having a lot of headaches and there was concern that the cancer might have spread to my brain. I sat down and waited for the doctor to come in.
There is no cancer in my brain. My multiple concussions over the years have calcified and I'm gonna have headaches from now on. Ever think it'd be good news to hear that you're gonna have headaches? It was great news.
But the news gets better. My tumor count has continued to drop. It's starting to level off. That means that we're almost at the point where chemo has done all it can do. Living on the highest level of chemo they can give me has given me time. Maybe seven years. Seven years.
There are still a lot of hurdles. There's some potential surgery I have to consider, and to stay alive I'll have to remain on chemo for all that time.
It's taken me a while to post this. I'm still processing all of it. In February I was told I'd be lucky to make it through August. About two weeks ago I came to grips with death. I mean I really became ok with it. Now I may have seven years. That's a lot to process.
We've still got a long way to go. But it's amazing what God has done! It's incredible.
Today is a good day. Every day, is a good day.