Two years ago today, was likely the worst day of our lives. I will never forget where I was at, what patient I was seeing, and what she was wearing when I got a call from Justin. My heart sank immediately and I knew that the surgeon had just called him. We were directed to come to his office as soon as possible for the biopsy results.
Sitting in his office, every single possible diagnosis went through my head; never could I have imagined what the surgeon was going to tell us, and what two pathologists had confirmed.
The next few days after that are somewhat of a blur. Justin and I had this huge secret that we were keeping from everyone else, until we knew more. He had his PET scan two days later and we met with our oncologist the day after his PET scan. That morning, we all rode to work together and the song "When I Die Young," came on the radio. Usually, this is a song I would sing along to, but that day, we couldn't change the station quick enough.
After dropping Alena off, acting as normal as possible, knowing she would notice if something was wrong, we drove to the John Stoddard Center not knowing what news we were going to hear. We were so relieved when we heard the test came back clear. Although, then we needed to figure out our treatment plan...
Two years ago, not a day went by when I wouldn't think about Justin's diagnosis. I can honestly say now, I spend much less time thinking about it. Although the same feelings I had two years ago come back every four months when he has his scans repeated. We wait at the doctor's office for his results, Justin always wearing the same blue polo, because thus far it has brought good luck. We exhale deeply when we hear the good news.
I hope to one day be able to put all of this behind us, and forget about CT scans, medications, oncologists...but the reality is will we ever feel certain that recurrence isn't possible? Probably not. This has just been another hurdle in our journey together...
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