To me, the "C" word - Cancer - is the worst word in the English vocabulary. That horrible word has touched my family more times than I'd like - first with my grandma who survived, then my granddad who did not, followed by my aunt who also did not beat her battle, and finally my mom who is ready to fight.
After several days of the "unknown" looming over our heads and a roller-coaster of emotions, we finally got some answers about the prognosis yesterday. They are confident that they caught it early and are very hopeful that surgery will get all of the cancer. There is only a 20% chance that it is deeper/there is more than they are expecting. Needless to say, we breathed a huge sigh of relief because after Thursday's conversation, we were left with a lot of doubts.
My mom goes in a few weeks to have surgery and will have to stay in bed for 3 weeks for recovery. It is going to be very uncomfortable to say the least, but this should get rid of it! After that she will be going to the doctor every few months for 2 years to make certain that it does not return. Where there is a decent chance that it can return, we are going to remain positive that they get every bit of it and that it stays away.
I am going to ask all of you amazing people to continue to lift my mom in prayers and to keep her in your thoughts. I'm praying that her surgery in a few weeks will be a huge success, that the doctor gets all of the cancer, she has a great recovery, and that it doesn't come back!
We're ready to kick some Cancer Behind!