When we got to our room, we had several doctors and nurses come in to speak with us. After an hour or so, we were told Hank would get three more scans tomorrow, all needing sedation. An MRI, CT, and PET scans to check whether the cancer is localized or if it has spread. This will give us a better idea of how to treat the cancer in addition to what type we find out we are dealing with from the biopsy results. He will also have to have labs drawn (he hates needles).
We are on the stem cell transplant ward floor because they didn't have any free rooms on the oncology floor, so visitors aware limited to healthy people only. No flowers are allowed (just in case anyone was thinking of sending flowers). We can feel everyone's prayers. It is still surreal that we have to help Hank battle against cancer, but as the reality sinks in, I am more aware of how gracious the Lord has been to our family in the support He is providing through you all.
While it was crushing hearing the news, it was even more heartbreaking watching Corin absorb Hank's post-op appearance. Tubes coming out of his hand, monitors strapped to him and the machines, blood stains on his sheets from wiping his mouth, and hearing the adults talk about scary cancer stuff. As he went to hug Hank goodnight, he broke. Tears flooded down his face and he held Hank in a hugging embrace. When he let go, he quickly buried his face in my shoulder and then in his aunt Natalie's. He is heartbroken for his brother.
Please, continue to petition the Lord our God. This is a long journey that rapidly began for us and we are still trying to catch pace with all that has happened since last Thursday. Our lives are on hold, yet barreling forward all at the same time. We will need a lot of things, but most of all prayer warriors. Resting in the Lord.