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As the pain fades from my previous lung surgery, my mind turns to the next item on the agenda. The odd thing is that there is none. No more "trouble spots" need to be dealt with. I feel like I'm a space walker floating out where I should not be. I am thankful. And I do trust that God has somehow brought me here in his wisdom, but part of me does not feel completely safe. I wish I were back on earth.
Tomorrow afternoon I meet with my surgeon and my general oncologist. What will they tell me? Will they suggest more chemo? After all, they still believe the chances are high that there are still small mets out there that haven't yet surfaced. But even if there are, chemo may not be the best choice right now. At the same time, they have expressed some hope that this could actually be it; that they've pruned the last bugger. That is my prayer.
We'll see what they say.
Posted by Greg at April 18, 2007 06:52 PM | Comments (11)