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Gonna keep this short and sweet . . .

Dan and I sat in the exam room waiting for the Doctor to come in. We were confident in what we knew he would say. Not an ounce of doubt in our thoughts. It was going to be good news. We knew it, because we have faith in the promise of our God. And confident because I felt good! We sat waiting.

The Doctor walked in and I swear he was floating an inch off the floor. “You want to get more treatments?”

Dan and I looked at Dr W and then we looked at each other . . . And back at the Doctor who was beaming with a smile from ear to ear.

“Well? You want more treatments?”
“Well, ah . . . What is it? You saw the scans already?”
“Yuup!” big smile . . .

The CT Chest Scan was only done less than an hour before. The last time I had a new scan to look at was in November and Dr W pulled up the scan in the exam room in front of us that time. This time, he pulled up the scan in the back staff only area while we waited in the exam room. I wonder what he thought he was going to see?

“Let’s save time . . . come with me!” Dr W led us down the hall and through a staff-only door and around the corner to a bank of computer screens where I was hanging out, inside out again. “I have lined both today’s scan and November’s scan up so that they will scroll together. Watch as I move through your lungs. See that one on the old scan? It’s not there on the new one. And that large one on the right — half the size on the left. . . See this area on the right? It is fluid and swelling along the lining of the lung. It’s not there on the left. No fluid. No swelling. . . This spot is smaller . .. This spot is gone. . .”

It went on and on like that. The small spots on the two month old scan were missing on today’s picture and the large spots were ALL SMALLER! Most by 50-75%!!! Not one spot was unchanged or larger!

Praise GOD!

It’s working. It’s all working! Dr W was so excited and so were Dan and I! I think that Dr W wanted to jump up and down, he really did! But he didn’t. But I could see in his eyes that he wanted to! Sarcomas are so rare and so . . . so hard to kill without cutting them out, that to see this kind of progress after two cycles . . . Dr W was excited. To him, maybe it is a write up with his name on it, I don’t know. And I don’t care. To Dan and I it was confirmation of what we already knew. My God is bigger than Sarcomas. We already knew that the cancer was receding.

I start the third cycle of Chemo on Saturday. This time we will know even more what to do and what not to do. We know how to get through it. I will go a little crazy a few more times. Whatever it takes, right?

Back in Oregon, when I was in OHSU’s hospital getting the original tumor removed from my tush, my sister, Anita cornered my surgeon alone in the hallway and asked him about what to expect when her baby sister started chemo.

“On this chemo, she won’t be a mother. She won’t be a wife. She will barely be a human.”

My dear Dr House didn’t know me as well as I thought he did. And maybe he didn’t know what they can do at H. Lee Moffitt. And obviously, he didn’t know that My GOD is in charge of my life.

I have news for the MONSTER: I may have IT, but IT doesn’t have ME!