Sharing the news and finding common ground | yosoyrosa's Blog

 Sunday morning, usually lazy around the house was busier than usual, for the first time in years we were returning to our old church services.  It didn't take me very long to find an old friend and shed tears in the parking lot, and once inside there were plenty of hugs and "good to see you" welcome back.  In all my years there, it was one of very few times I found myself in the middle of a special needs prayer circle, and the whole experience was a bit overwhelming.  

Breakfast afterwards was shared with family, and like good missionary staff we headed out to the neighbors & friends to share the news.  One by one we were making contact with those around us, sharing our current situation.  We sat or stood together telling the story of how we survived treatment only to be facing cancer, and I found myself throwing humor into lighten the mood when was just too dark for me. 

Oh how much information is available on the internet now, we sat together staring at grainy pictures of diseased and healthy livers on the monitor screen.  Here's another picture of surgeons with lights mounted on their heads, instruments in hand.  Here's another of the patient's belly, and whoa - look at the size of the incision under this poor guy's ribs with the drain bag after the transplant - do they really have to filet my hubby?   

Work continues to be my passion, I have this for relief.  I can see when I get home that an entire day of pacing, waiting and watching the dismal news from the stock market continues to wear down my husband.  He pounces on the fact I'm at home, telling me every gory detail of doing things that he really doesn't have time for.  He hands me another bill from a doctor's billing department asking for payments we've already made, then gets frustrated at me being on the phone, telling more friends of what our current condition is, hearing it yet again.  The countdown to news, any news, has started.  

Then as he's back on his computer, and there is a pop-up email announcement from the doctor at the university hospital.  We have news, kinda.  They've recommended the TACE procedure to poison and cut off vital blood flow to the tumors.  We'll hear more, I'll call you, the email assures us.  Now I'm sure we'll know more soon, we've started the new path.