Results from the bone & CT scans are in, and apart from the neck bumps THERE ARE NO MORE SPOTS! My husband and I were hugging and crying in my doctor’s office (out of happiness and relief for a change) as she went through the reports one by one: chest cavity, lungs, liver, pelvis… everywhere. Or rather, NOWHERE!
It is the best news I could have hoped for; it has changed my world. I can fight this, now I know I can. I was steeling myself for the worst, but I never really expected the best. Now I feel like shouting from the rooftops: Get out of my way, stupid neck lumps! Prepare to meet your demise, stupid metastasized cancer!
I don’t think this happened all on its own. I think there were too many people targeting their prayers and hope and good thoughts my way. I have come to believe in the power of remote, collective prayer – or remote, collective non-denominational good mojo of any kind.
Yesterday I was e-mailing with a family friend in Manitoba who’s known me since I was a kid, and who also happens to be a priest. He said his prayer group was stepping up their efforts for me. And then he sent me a link to what he called my “new theme song.” Stick some ear-buds in and crank it up:
Of course I cried the whole way through the video, thinking of all the people standing by me, close to home and far away – and if there were a word bigger than grateful, more affirmative than hopeful, and less over-used than empowered, that might get close to how I’m feeling right now.
Please stay with me. You’ll note that in the video there’s no fat lady marking the end of this, but it sure feels like we’ve got a fighting chance of stomping those dragons and throwing a party right on top of that pile of stinking scales. That’s the day I’m fighting for, starting now.