I read somewhere that the first rule of journalism is not to bury the meat of a story deep in the text so here it is:
They found no evidence of cancer in my belly.
That’s right. No evidence of cancer. During my surgery on Friday, the surgeon took many small biopsies of what looked like cancerous tissue. It was sent to the lab and there was no cancer in the samples. Diagnosis: negative for cancer.
I have to admit, I am more than a little freaked out. When the nurse called, I started sobbing uncontrollably. Jacob came up and said “why are you crying daddy?”. I told him “because I am so happy.” He gave me a hug and a kiss and asked why I was happy. I told him “cause daddy isn’t sick anymore.”
Not sick anymore. Wow.
My aunt made a good point, saying sometimes good news is hard to take. It is very true.
I will have more information later, after I talk to the doctor. Thank you for your prayers, there could be no better evidence of them working.
Death to Cancer
Cancer is Dead