As this post was written last week, everything mentioned took place several days ago with the exception of the very last line.
Last week, after I’d undergone a cardiac MRI that pounded away for an hour and a half, Will spoke with the thoracic cardiac surgeon at the renown clinic, nearby, who relayed the fact to us that the surgeon in Houston who developed the life saving procedure, which, hopefully I am a candidate to receive, believes (after studying all of my tests, CT's and MRI's) that the sarcoma tumor in my lung is resectable without removing my heart, and once the Houston surgeon confers with his colleague, he plans to call the surgeon at the clinic near our home to confirm a plan of action, which I’ll post once both teams of doctors decide upon a course of treatment that will get my treatment going ASAP since yesterday’s phone call enhanced our optimistic outlook concerning this procedure taking place in Houston sometime around the new year, because their medical protocol suggests several weeks of chemo preceding this particular surgery. So our family’s plan for Barry, Marie, Tony and Ray to fly in on Tues. (we’ll roll and fry potato knishes on Wed.) offers all of our spirits a natural upper.
With hopes of sending news that’s even more conducive to rejuvenating positive focus, imagine our sighs of relief after hearing that the surgeon in Houston, who developed this highly delicate technique, considers me a candidate to undergo surgery successfully after studying all of my MRI’s and CT scans to date!
Feeling deeply grateful to have received such good news, Will, David (who has been here for weeks) and I met Steven and Ravi (after gymnastics) for tacos, last night, suggesting Margarita time.
At this moment, Will and I are in the car on our way to the hospital.Tonight, we’re off to The Cheesecake Factory, ala Mary Poppins, because every culinary pleasure, which I’d deemed off limits before this diagnosis, is sure to make the medicine go down with a smile. And that’s why tonight is hot fudge sundae time.
Chemo begins, today. 🙋🏻🌈🌻Annie💪
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After our morning appt. with the oncologist, a hospital bed was not yet available, so we chose to drive home and await a call to return. I can’t believe how much of life is sitcom material as long as our attitudes remain balanced to go with the flow by developing a tendency to empower our sense of humor to consciously recharge human nature’s bright side, every day 🙃👩🏻💪❤️😘🌈🌻
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