OK, this title could be referring to the search and discovery of the Titanic. Or an honest attorney. (Sorry legal buds, that was a joke, but I couldn’t resist). Or this line could describe a testosterone infused bodybuilder who was looking for his.., er, never mind.
No, this phrase was uttered by my radiologist today when describing the technicians who were looking for my brain tumor in the MRI scan. Yes indeed, certain jungle tribes, or testosterone for that matter, are not the only ones good at shrinking things. Nope, either the Tarceva or the radiation, or possibly both, did a number on upstairs Fuzzy. Originally discovered when the tumor was 6-7mm in size, it had grown to 12-13mm by the time radiation had started. Today, the official report has this puppy Fuzzy now down to 3mm. And even that could be scar tissue for all we know. Not sure I can handle all this good news. 🙂 Another scan won’t be scheduled for 3 months.
So, needless to day, our family is on a pretty big high right now. Of course we know that this could be temporary. But we hope that temporary lasts a loooong time. It is hard realizing that, despite feeling virtually normal, that I will never be normal again. At least not in the way I considered normal 6 months ago. But I will take today’s news, add it to Friday’s, and celebrate accordingly under the new definition. In fact, I am back on duty at Rady Children’s Hospital tomorrow night doing my volunteer stint. Feels good. And hooking up with two of my bros and their wives for a weekend golf getaway in Palm Desert in a few weeks. For those of you on last year’s Camp Enterprise team, this is the resort you treated me to. I’m finally using my gift card. Thanks! Can’t wait.
I knew all of the positive vibes, thoughts and prayers would work. Thank you everyone!
Business as usual. Day at a time.