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Wednesday, Nov 21, 2007
Hello Lovely People!!
Happy Thanksgiving!!! Unfortunately this
update isn't going to have good news like we had hoped to give.
I still have hope and faith that we will get through this bump in
the road like we have done throughout this entire year. I know it
is thanks to all of your love and prayers and the power of priesthood
blessings.
I really appreciate all of your faith and
support that you have given to my family and me. I got admitted
to the hospital last Tuesday like I always do. I was hoping to leave
Saturday like I was able to last round but my white blood cell count
was too low. I thought for sure I'd be leaving Sunday. Nope. I cried
when they told me they were making me stay another night. They wanted
me to wait until my regular doctor could see me and decide if I
could go home Monday. I was so frustrated. I just wanted to go home
with my husband and sleep in my own bed.
I was feeling a little better later so I
told Eric he could go home so he could work in the morning since
he would be taking Thursday and Friday off for the holiday. Monday
morning came and a new doctor came in and told me my white count
was up from 1.7 to 1.9 but that I still had to wait to see my doctor
because that still might not be high enough. Around 3 I broke into
tears again because my doctor had still not been by and I wanted
so badly to go home. All day I kept asking my nurse if she had any
idea when my doctor would be coming by. She didn't. I even called
my doctors nurse but she was at the hospital getting a cast put
on her broken arm.
Finally around 4:30 my doc came in along
with my neurosurgeon who performed my craniotomy, another doctor,
and a couple nurses. I thought to myself, this can't be good. Usually
it's just my doctor and maybe his nurse who come see me. He asked
me if I had any idea what was going on with my last MRI scan. I
told him I hadn't been able to find out anything about it since
I had been at the hospital. They told me that they saw a small spot
of tumor in my brain again about the size of a marble.
I was in shock. The methotrexate that I
was being given just wasn't strong enough to kill remaining cancer
cells so the darn little things started to grow into an ugly mass
again. I was trying so hard not to fall apart in front of everyone.
It was hard to hold back the tears but I didn't let them fall down
my cheeks. Not then, anyways.
They told me that most likely the next step
will be radiation and a stem cell transplant with intense chemotherapy,
even more intense than what I have already gotten. They weren't
sure when everything would begin, but they knew that they wanted
it to be soon. When they left the room I closed my door and balled
like a baby. I called my husband, sobbing, then my dad, sobbing,
then my mom, sobbing, etc. My sweet husband took the news so well.
His voice and words stayed positive and upbeat. I was grateful for
that.
My dad came to pick me up from the hospital.
We had a nice ride home together. Tuesday my mom came to visit and
help me out. We had some fun girly time shaping and tinting our
eyebrows and laughing hysterically at really silly scary pictures
of me [one included, below].
The Monday before I went back to the hospital
my dad and his fiancé Gretchen took Eric and I out for our
anniversary. We went to Olive Garden and had a very nice time. The
Friday before that we double dated with a young couple whom we have
known for a while. We went to Cheesecake Factory. It was really
good! Well, that is the latest news. I am doing very well and look
forward to the near future when I can finally say I battled cancer
and won!
love you all!! Have a WONDERFUL Thanksgiving.
Shelsi
Eric and Shelsi
Shelsi and Eric
Ric and his daughter
Giggles
Googles
Grins
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