The doctor turned his head back to the computer screen on the desk and read out the official words from the final radiology report: “The MRI shows no evidence of new or progressive tumor.”
Let it sink in… Good news. The very best we could have hoped for! These little growths, these that have so threatened for months now, these have showed themselves to almost surely be treatment effects. What a strange cancer world we live in that where success is measured in not dying today and side effects can provoke a sigh of relief. Oh, but what relief…
And Chase? He’s so funny… his hardest part was done yesterday when he woke up in post-op. The needle was removed and he could eat and that was it. And today, when we told him the news, he put his hands in his pockets, shrugged, and said “Oh. Good.” …as if he’d known all along. This boy, he takes it as it comes. And so will we. Oh, and tonight, it comes good and great with no fresh cancer news, answered prayer, and an MRI that can wait for three whole months instead of six weeks.
Good news… The very best we could have hoped for…
Moment by moment.
“This is the Lord‘s doing; it is marvelous in our eyes. This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” Psalm 118:23-24
