This post is not about the holiday down the West Coast of the US, but it is about the reality of how cancer affects our lives.
In October 2013 Stuart had an MRI scan which showed 2 new lesions in the liver. This was a very worrying time as this could have been a sign that the cancer was coming back. We had to wait three months for a follow up MRI so the evolution of the lesions could be monitored. Fortunately in January 2014 it was decided that the lesions were stable and therefore unlikely to be serious.
Then in April 2014 Stuart had both a CT scan, requested by the oncologist in Canada and an MRI scan requested by Stuart's UK doctor in readiness for his return to the UK.
We got the results of the CT scan which was OK and a verbal confirmation that the MRI scan was OK and so made our two minute video update about Stuart's latest results and his ninth 90 day plan.
A few days later and we hadn't received the written MRI report, so I asked for it to be faxed to me at the office. When it came through the only words I saw was that the lesions should be viewed as metastatic until proven otherwise. (Metastatic means cancer that has spread). It was like the world had stopped again. The report also said however that the lesions were not typical of metastatic cancer, but it's hard to hold onto that given the first sentence.
Stuart had called my phone seconds after the fax arrived, so I read the report to him over the phone. I could tell that he was shocked too.
Given the timing of the holidays we couldn't get to speak to a doctor before Easter. We reassured ourselves that if it was anything serious that needed action, we would have been contacted. We got on with the packing and goodbyes and hoped that everything would be OK.
Today, Wednesday, the first real day of our holiday we received a phone call from the UK doctor. He had ensured that there had been a very thorough review of the scans, and whilst they could not say 100% that everything was OK (nothing is 100% in medicine) he said that it was very unlikely that the lesions were metastatic.
We then received another phone call to say that the oncologist said that there was no need to worry for now.
These calls together, were a huge relief. Stuart is very matter of fact about things and will deal with whatever needs to be done if it arises. I worry enormously about worst case scenarios, and I had been mentally figuring out how to return home quickly to follow up on any action plan that may be needed.
We don't need to worry for now about the cancer, but we know that we can never be complacent (we have always known that). Stuart has been incredibly lucky, he was treated quickly, he had the right treatment and he had an amazingly positive attitude, plus the love and prayers of friends and family around him. But there are others that have all that too, and they don't make it. Cancer is an evil disease and we will never underestimate it or lower our defenses.
So right now, we will pack our travelling bags, pick up the guide books, study the maps and set off to do what Stuart enjoys best
Celebrate Life!