There are certain words we fear ... words you pray you never hear ... words like cancer and chemo ... words like radiation and prognosis ...
On Monday, (my ex-husband) was diagnosed with cancer. To be exact, it's "squamous cell carcinoma of the nasopharnyx" ... which, unless you're a cancer specialist, probably means about as little to you as it does to me.
Is this catastrophic? Is it just a bump in the road? I don't know. Our first appointment with the oncologist is scheduled for Monday, June 21st ... and after that there will be PET scans and tests ... all to determine how advanced this is.
We'll stay positive ... in fact, there's no other option except to be positive. I've been upbeat up to this point ... and it wasn't until she spoke the words that I even believed this was possible.
And so here I sit ... it's Wednesday ... and I'm still hoping ... still thinking positive thoughts ... thinking that we'll go in on Monday and he'll say it's in the earliest stages and after chemo and radiation we'll move on. I'm in shock ... and, quite honestly, it's hard to think or talk or write. And Monday feels like years away ...
-Christopher Reeve
