Hank did so much better coming off the anesthesia today. As he groggily lay in his recovery bed, Taylor and I asked if he was ready to eat lunch. No response. "Hank are you ready to play the Kindle?" No response. "Hank, do you want to go see bubba?" Hank sleepily nodded his head yes and moaned an answer. Later when we recollected this story in front of Corin, he smiled so proudly that his little brother loved him more than the Kindle. :) Then Corin climbed in to the hospital bed next to Hank and let him pick a show to watch as they snuggled and played their kindles.
Around 2:30, we went down to a "playroom" where there were crafts and games, toys and new friends. Corin and his Grandpapa played air hockey, while Hank decorated a wooden bear. After a while, Hank and Taylor wandered back toward the room to eat "lunch", since Hank had only a 1/4 can of sprite in his tummy for the day. Shortly after I joined them and then the doctors came in the room. Our oncologist, Dr. L, told us the PET scan showed that the cancer was mostly confined to the nose area, (PRAISE the Lord!) with the exception of a faint reading showing in the lymph nodes. (Bt no other areas were showing any signs of cancer cells! yay) He told us that the panel of tumor specialists would be reviewing all Hank's tests/labs/images this evening and would create a plan of treatment based on a couple different outcomes that they think the pathology report will produce. They planned to go ahead and proceed with preparations and more tests as they awaited the pathology results.
Tomorrow Hank will have bone marrow samples drawn, a port implanted in his chest, and potentially a biopsy on his upper lymph nodes. The panel of tumor specialists were uncertain on this, and upon the physical examination of Hank, they couldn't find any irregularities in the nodes... so this is something I think they will decide when they get him in the room tomorrow. If they do take a biopsy, it will be an incision biopsy, just as with the lip. The doctors hope to get these procedures done in the morning, clumping them together while Hank is sedated once again.
Hank will potentially start Chemotherapy later this week... Thursday? We are really just taking things one day at a time around here. Granted each day brings something new, but we feel blessed to be in such good care. All the nurses have been extremely loving and sensitive to our needs. The doctors are eager to answer any questions they can, and the staff is helpful in our learning to navigate the hospital. We are indescribably thankful to all our prayer warriors.
As I reflected on the past week, an image of a two lane road appeared in my mind. The sun beating down on the blacktop road, a gravel shoulder, and green fields beyond the gravel. We are driving toward what appears to be the end of the roadway... but it is merely a mirage created by the sun blaring down upon the road's surface. We continue driving forward, the mirage always staying before us at a distance. Constantly thinking we will surely run out of road, but the road continues to stretch on before us... always bursting forth from the sun-soaked mirage.
It was such a sweet image of God's Son... always going before us, never giving us the burden of seeing our road's length, but placing nearsighted portions of this journey at our feet. Never more than we can handle, but portions that are constantly bathed in the Light of His perfect Son. There is a shoulder for us to stop if needed and take a rest as we gaze at the beautiful creation all around. The greenery, the Life, that we are blessed with. I know that we are on a long stretch of road, but that Mirage, that Hope of an end, helps to make it easier to keep driving. Knowing we can pullover and take in the view helps too... for looking at our view today, I know we are blessed and well cared for. Thank you Lord. In the midst of this broken and painful world, your Hope/Mirage will sustain us.