Moving Forward Regardless

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Looking down at the file in hand, he reads aloud, “It looks like the report says that there’s an eight millimeter spot on the bottom of your right lung.”

Silence. Though there are four of us in the room, nothing can be heard but the crinkling of the paper on the blue examination chair as I shift my weight. Suddenly the room grows smaller.

“We’ll need to send this over to our imaging team so they can explain further. Sometimes different technicians read results differently than others,” my doctor shares, noticeably attempting to maintain positivity.

My words are trapped. I desperately cling to hope, but with each breath it’s dwindling. Thoughts racing, I can’t seem to organize a simple sentence. The news hits me so violently, my breathing becomes labored. The wind is knocked out of me and I’m struggling to make sense of the force behind this reality.

All of a sudden, the questions begin to flood my mind. Each one determined to be asked first. They claw their way to the forefront of my brain, spilling out in jumbled words as my mouth involuntarily opens. “What does that mean? Is it cancer? It’s not cancer, right? How big is eight millimeters? You said it’s on my left lung or my right lung? On the bottom? Are you sure? But all of my scans for the last 26 months have been clear. How can this be?”

With more grace than I could ever muster, he shares, “This report says it’s non-specific, so let’s try not to panic. Let’s stay positive. We’ll need a few minutes to pass this by our imaging team. They’ll be able to give us more details. Maybe the technician that wrote this report was mistaken.” The door closes as my doctor and his PA leave the room in search of answers.

It’s just my husband and I now. We look at each other in disbelief. Our eyes speak while our lips cannot. The furrow in my husband’s brow tells me that he is confused, scared, and in shock. My eyes jolt to every corner of the room, frantically seeking explanation. I look back at him in astonishment and defeat. What is happening? I’m convinced this must be a bad dream and that I’ll soon wake up to find relief. But it is not a bad dream. It’s real. And it is in fact happening. Soon, my strong, compassionate, empathetic guardian of a man encourages me as only he can. “We have to have hope that it’s nothing. The doctor says this spot could simply be an infection in your lung that your body is fighting off. He says this could happen to any of us. It could be nothing. It may not be cancer.” Oh how I love him each time he speaks hope over my fear. His words are a salve to the fresh wound of this news.

Confusion lingers between us as we wait for my doctor to return. I valiantly fight back tears as I quickly map out the what ifs. I have climbed to the top of the ladder of worst case scenarios and tell myself ultimately, if I die, it’s okay. I’m going to heaven. But Lord, please take care of my husband. I step down one rung and quietly think to myself that if it is cancer, I know how to fight it. And I’ll do whatever I have to. With each step down the ladder, I consciously choose hope above all else. My breathing slows. My fidgeting lessens. Calm is just around the corner. I’ve addressed the worst of the worst, and there’s no need to go there again. I bring myself back to the moment and take a deep breath. “Don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow has it’s own worries.”

The door opens, and I’m standing now. Give it to me, Doc. I want the answer. I need to know. “Unfortunately we don’t know anything more. Our team confirms that there is a non-specific spot. It’s too small to even biopsy. I know you wanted answers. I wish I could give them to you. I’m so sorry. This isn’t how I thought this would go.” Me neither. Me neither. My mind rewound to the beginning of the day. We woke up early, before the sun. For hours, we drove to what we fully expected would be celebratory news. We tossed ideas back and forth about which restaurant we’d celebrate at after we learned the results. Yet, here we were, without those results, left with more questions than we had when we first arrived.

The rest of the appointment is a blur. I know I asked a million more questions, several of them rhetorical. I know we agreed to do a follow up PET scan in six to eight weeks to monitor this spot on my lung in order to see if it grows or becomes more visibly malignant or benign. According to my doctor, if this is an infection, it may resolve itself on its own and may not even appear on my follow-up scan. We can only hope. I know my doctor was patient as I asked what treatment would look like if the spot proved malignant. Consultations with a thoracic surgeon to see if the spot could be removed. Possible chemotherapy. “We just don’t know yet,” I remember him saying.

One of the most profound moments of the day has set the tone for these proceeding weeks as we wait for my upcoming scan, and proves the importance of proper bedside manner. As my appointment wrapped up, and the four of us turned for the door, I hugged my doctor. He whispered in my ear, and thinking of it brings me to tears just like it did in that very moment. “You are strong. You can do this.” Having a doctor who believes in and encourages you while understanding your fear and uncertainty is a game changer. Cancer is fought with a team. Strength builds with unity.

So here we are now. Two weeks out from learning that I have an unidentifiable spot on my lung, and less than four weeks away from my upcoming PET scan that will hopefully identify said spot. While it may not seem like it, there are many choices to be made when fighting this disease. Joy is a choice. Strength is a choice. Peace is a choice. Hope is a choice. Faith is a choice. When facing cancer, these choices are excruciatingly difficult at times, and they can also be fleeting. In the car on the way home, through tears, my husband and I decided that we would choose hope. We would fight back the fear and doubt, and focus instead on our faith. We would try not to waste our energy on worrying, because worrying is a quick ticket to stolen joy.

If this spot is not cancer, we move forward. If this spot is cancer, we move forward. We will move forward regardless of the outcome. We are called to be courageous in the face of death. We are called to be brave in the presence of fear. We are called to walk firmly in faith when doubt tempts us. We are called to choose joy above all else. And with each day that passes, we move forward with our choices made.

Matthew 6:34 (MSG)

“Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.”

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7 Comments on Moving Forward Regardless

  1. Sharon Y
    September 14, 2016 at 12:12 PM (7 months ago)

    Oh, Stephanie! I felt every your every emotion as I read this intense post! When it began, I thought, “Please let this be a bad dream she had!” Then when it was not a dream, I thought, “Please let the doctor just tell her its an infection!” Then when he couldn’t tell you that, I practically yelled at my computer, “No! Don’t leave Stephanie and everyone who cares about her just hanging!” As someone who is hoping that this month I will finally hit the “one year cancer free” mark (I’ve been waiting for it since 2011), I have anxiously read your posts, eager to share in your triumphs over this awful disease. Your faith continues to inspire me. God Bless you Stephanie, prayers to you and your family for your continued health. Jesus, We Trust In You!

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  2. Jeannine
    September 14, 2016 at 12:34 PM (7 months ago)

    Difficult to read as I’m one year from my surgery, worried about recurrence. But you are right: we have a choice how we face our lives and our cancer. Loving prayers to you,
    Jeannine
    #ihadcanceritdidnthaveme

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  3. Donna Carlson
    September 14, 2016 at 12:50 PM (7 months ago)

    I love that scripture. It’s hard to do but if you can do this , so can I. I’m praying for you all the time Steph and my daughter and sister are too! Love you!

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  4. Alanna
    September 14, 2016 at 1:55 PM (7 months ago)

    So beautifully said and so inspiring.

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  5. Devra
    September 14, 2016 at 7:47 PM (7 months ago)

    Praying for you tonight.

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  6. Faith Chan
    September 23, 2016 at 6:29 AM (7 months ago)

    You are in my thoughts and prayers.

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  7. Leisha
    October 10, 2016 at 11:12 AM (7 months ago)

    Got the new there may be an issue here too. went to have pet scan today and machine was broken…so was I.
    Been struggling with this for the last 5 days since I heard. Looking online to see what the pet scan shows and then I saw your pretty face with the curly hair so similar to mine. So I jumped over here to your blog to see what was up. Then…

    I am continually amazed with God. Just yesterday in church, I heard a child read the scripture about abundance. It ended with this same scripture, Mathew 6:33-34. My hope was restored and my emotions overwhelmed me. I had heard from God what I needed to hear at that moment on that day. I cling to this thought, it is truly not my job to worry. It is His. \

    Thank you for putting your thoughts out there that I might find them today of all days. The machine may be broken but I am restored. I feel so much better now. You words touch me once again. I chose hope, joy and peace.

    You are in my prayers as I hope you will pray for me.

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