After our walk, I had to head off to my repeat ultrasound to see what the three blood clots were up to. Were they plotting a fatal trip to my brain or lungs? Had they decided my 6-mile walks were too much for them and they finally melted away?
The ultrasound tech said the two deepest (and thus most dangerous) clots were gone! Since I am not dead, I assume they are reabsorbed. The most superficial clot is still there, but of much less concern. So, yay.
However, my drainage tube insertion area was bright red/rashy, and bothering me. I called the doc. It was an allergic reaction to the tape. The nurse told me what to do over the phone to change the tape, and sister Amy skillfully and masterfully made me a new itch-free covering of the area. I feel MUCH better.
But the day of good news was not over. My surgeon called with the pathology report from the surgery. There were only the four tumors they had known about. No surprises. All were small. All had clean margins, no cancerous cells in the margins of tissue removed! One lymph node had one very small spot of cancer but so small as to be of very little concern. The other two sentinel lymph nodes were clean! The surgeon said he was pleasantly surprised. The fairly rosy picture is not what he expected. While radiation is still probably called for, he is cautiously optimistic I may not need chemo!
So, after a season of continual struggle and bad news, I could barely believe it. Now, they may still decide I need chemo, but I have the first ember of hope that I won't, and all the other news is very good. I almost don't know how to handle good news. I've come to expect that it will always be as bad as it has been...and I will be given yet another lesson in how to trust God in adversity.
Maybe, just maybe, I am being given a lesson in how to rejoice with God in blessings. Honestly, it is an easier lesson, and one I am sooooooo ready to learn.