09/02/2025
On this day in 2021, I had my last chemo infusion. I was cautiously optimistic about the outcome and began the waiting process to see if it had worked or not.
I wasn't able to have a PET scan right away because the chemo would skew the results so I had to wait until October. When I had the scan in October, they told me that not only had the chemo not worked, but the lesions I had were bigger and I had developed new lesions. I would need to have a biopsy of one of the new lesions to confirm that it was still Lymphoma and not a second form of cancer. That would be in November.
November came and I had the biopsy. It takes two weeks for the results. There was a lot of prayer and talks and being with each other in a way that just doesn't happen when your life isn't on the line. If you've never been through that, I pray that you never have to. The results were incredible.
They called me to come in and go over their findings. To everyone's surprise, they found zero cancer. They had gotten very good samples but they found nothing but healthy cells. They said that they needed to do another PET scan to see what was going on. That meant I had to come back in December.
I had to wait for the PET scan results the last time, but this time they did the scan and I got the results within a few hours. I was ready for anything. Anything at all. Except this.
My doctor pulled up my scan from two months ago and showed me all of the white that showed up. He said that's all cancer. Then he pulled up my scan from a few hours ago and did a side-by-side view. He pointed out that there was so little white that he had to zoom in again and again just to find anything at all. He said that the tiny little amount was too small to do a biopsy on. That's really small.
I wasn't ready for that. I looked at him, then the nurse, then my wife, and repeated that again. Then again. And again. Not saying a word. He was asking me if I had any questions but his voice wasn't getting through to my brain. Finally, he smiled, patted me on the shoulder, said he would see me in ninety days for a followup, called me a "mystery man", wished me a happy holiday season, and left the room. The nurse was smiling and said "do you understand what this means? Do you have any questions?" I said "I think I understand."
She walked us to the counter to get checked out, we made the next appointment and left. It finally hit me when I started the car and the tears began to flow. I guess I still have work do.
All praise, honor, and glory to God. I would praise Him even if the news was the exact opposite. Because He is the only one worthy of praise.
Someday He'll call me home. My work will be through and I'll get to see Him face to face. Then I'll praise Him for eternity with shouts of Hallelujah and songs beyond my current comprehension.
I am not perfect...yet. I'm still human and make mistakes. But with His help and guidance, I pray that I'm becoming more like Him. May His name be ever praised and His kingdom come!