The MRI Results: 9/24/2014
I can't even begin to describe the anxiety, fear and pure stress I feel on the days where we find out Dad's MRI results. I'm a huge mess. It's something you constantly think about all day, no matter how busy of a day you have, no matter how many distractions you may have, it's there, in the back of your mind. You want to hear the words, "Everything looks good!", and you so badly fear the words, "Well, it doesn't look good." Walking into the Cancer Clinic is something I do every 2 weeks, but this doesn't mean the same gut wrenching feeling doesn't come back every 2 weeks, and even more so on the days we get Dad's MRI results. You walk into a place you never imagined you would be, you walk into a place with people who all never imagined they too would be there, and each time it feels surreal. Thankfully, Dad's MRI results were good! In March 2014, Dad's MRI results showed progression- the cancer was back...or so they thoug...