Cancer is a vile thing. Even though treatments and prognosis have come a long way in the last couple of decades, there is a tenacity with which cancer holds on to our bodies. There is a lingering fear of return and an uncertainty that governs the rules of engagement.
Today, ladies and gentlemen, we have had a small victory. Much like Savannah during Sherman's sweeping campaign, we have been spared the burning. The nurse from the oncologist's office called to tell mom that the rest of her body is clear. The breast cancer has only metastasized into her lymph system on the left side of her neck and armpit.
This is a wonderful thing, because the radiation that we are preparing to endure will have more of a chance of slowing down the growth and spread of the cells.
When you think of mom, pray for her sweet neck and armpit. I'm sure she'll be glad that we used the word armpit over the internet in reference to her. If you drop by the house or see her out and about, give her a kiss. But not in the armpit. Maybe on the neck.
Nate, I'm sorry your mom and the whole family is having to go through this!
ReplyDeleteOn a lighter note, I want to let you in on a secret: men have armpits, and women have underarms.