Hello everyone, Mike here.
It's 11:20pm. It was a long day. We felt your love and support and it is ALL appreciated.
Marla's surgery started late. And it ran late. She is resting now and I am home to take care of Sully boy.
I'm going to be brief -- I am emotionally very drained. But I wanted to share with those I have not yet been able to reach.
The news we received today was not the news we were hoping for. The sentinel lymph node test showed cancer hadn't been contained in the right breast, but was also in at least two of the lymph nodes. The surgeon went ahead and removed the axillary nodes and put in a porta-cath for chemo which will begin as soon as we get the path results and as soon as Marla is healed enough to begin.
I know... apparently the little bump in the road had a pretty bad pothole behind it that I certainly didn't see coming. As I've said before, this REALLY SUCKS. Scarily sucks.
Okay, but the good news -- and we need to hold on to it -- in theory, removing the breasts and the axillary nodes HAS removed the cancer from Marla's body. And, if any of it is elsewhere, then the chemo should take care of it.
Remind yourselves of this (and please constantly remind me because, honestly, I'm a little scared right now) -- breast cancer is highly curable. And although we don't have the pathology of what Marla's cancer is like, the results we have gotten show she is able to be treated not only with chemo, but with hormonal drugs as well. So, the prognosis is still good. It is VERY good.
So please, repeat after me... "Marla will be okay." Please say it ten, twenty, or even thirty more times. Rinse and repeat.
In my last blog I described the LOVE and BLESSINGS we're receiving as a giant bubble that has enveloped Marla and is helping her defeat the cancer. Perhaps just somehow, that F@^*ing cancer managed to sneak around our backs and poke a little hole in our brilliant bubble of love. But with your help, I know we can patch that tiny little hole in the bubble. The hole is tiny. Our love of and for Marla is BIG. We can do it. We will do it.
Marla's spirits are good. When I left, she was groggy (pain medication) but alert, and looking to get some rest. She confided in me that she knew the cancer had spread into her lymph nodes. She just "felt that it had." I looked at her, half joking (and half pissed because I believed it hadn't spread) and asked "Is there anything else you KNOW that you'd like to share with me?!" She looked at me and said "Yes. I know I'm going to beat this."
Tomorrow will be a better day. We are now healing -- and patching the hole.
My love and gratitude to you all.