No more Ostrich Syndrome.

And there’s no sticking my head in the sand, no more ostrich syndrome. 

We’ve been away at my Pet scan, which was a bit of a gong show to get to.  We took the wrong train, but still ended up at the right place at the right time.  I have to say that the Canada-Line reminded me very much of being in New York…it distracted me for a little bit.

The Scan was from what I can see uneventful, although I was told I wouldn’t be getting my results until after my first round of chemotherapy….Which I was hoping they would forget about.   They didn’t forget.

After the scan we made our way to Abbotsford to meet up with the Raichuk family and gather our daughter.  Melissa is officially home for the summer—I am super stoked.

We went to an all you can eat Sushi place to catch up—and then head to the Summit Pacific Grad.  That Grad is stinking awesome, it’s fun and meaningful.  Our adopted daughter Sarah was graduating, Luke, her fiancé was in the choir, Sarah (another one of my kids) was the one running the night, a couple of our kids from our old youth group, Daniel and Josh were graduating from their one year Omega course and the boys are headed off to Thailand today.

We returned very late to our hotel and all fell fast asleep.  This morning arrived FAR too quickly.  We got up and met Kent’s cousin for breakfast and we are now in the ferry line up waiting to go home.  We should be home in 3 hours…..and counting.

The ostrich-syndrome-thing.  On our way to Abbotsford we got the call.  Chemo starts on Tuesday.  I had plans for Tuesday that did not include Chemo—fun things…not chemo things.

So, my hope and prayer is that this is actually over.  The BMB (bone marrow biopsy) was normal, if the Pet Scan is normal, then I can assuredly claim that God has healed me.  Dr. Fitzgerald said that whether the scan and biopsy came back normal or not, I would have to do at least 4 rounds of chemo.  Prophylactically.  So, just to make sure that the cancer is actually gone.

So, I submit myself to her plans, she knows better than I do. 

I have an appointment for my wig on Monday, I am hoping for a “Marilyn Monroe” look, but I am sure that I will chicken out and not do it…but it’s nice to dream….