It was Dr. Goldman.
“I’ve got the results of last week’s CT scan,” he said in the grave tone that I’ve become used to.
“What’s up?” I answered, trying to sound chipper.
“Well, the tumour we’ve been monitoring continues to grow. It’s up to 3 cm now. It might be a sign that you have an aggressive cancer but I’m not sure.”
Even though Dr. Goldman’s news didn’t come as a big surprise, I realized this meant I had to put on my game face again; that my cancer holiday was over.
“Where do we go from here?” I asked tentatively.
“I’ll talk to a radiologist today to see if we can biopsy this thing.”
A few hours later, the phone rang again. The good doctor has me on speed dial.
“Looks like we can do a biopsy after all. My secretary will call with the details in a few days. Are you OK with all this?”
“No problem. Thanks for your time and diligence. I really appreciate it.”
Moments after sharing the news with Terry, I was tired and miserable. I felt I wasn’t up to carrying this cancer burden again.
However, after a good night’s sleep and a little introspection, I realize it’s the cross that’s been chosen for me, it’s not that big and I have lots of help to carry it.
I’m also beginning to understand that how I handle my cancer time defines not only Mike 2.0 but also helps drive our world forward. (Special thanks to a recent Chevrolet ad for this final line).
Let your light shine before men, that they may
see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.
Matthew 5:16
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