…a you-should-probably-get-that-looked-at type of lump.
Followed by a trip to the Dr. and an immediate referral for additional tests.
Then came the ultrasound tech who starred at the floor while telling Then came the ultrasound tech who starred at the floor while telling Dan, “you need to call your Doctor first thing in the morning.” That was on Sunday.
The Doctor was out Monday morning, but the Nurse promised them an update as soon as possible…so I went over to keep my sister company while she waited for her husband’s results. El and I grabbed a coffee and took Hazel on a stroll. All things considered, it was a pretty wonderful walk. We talked about weight loss and the new Essie Colors, but every few blocks El would say ”everything is going to be ok, right?”
I replied the same way each time:
“Of course! It’s not like he has cancer or anything…30 year olds don’t get cancer.”
My pep-talk worked. Until her phone rang. It was Dan.
My sister’s knees buckled. Her legs went right out from under her. She went down to the sidewalk, in slow motion, on the corner of St. Claire and Huron.
The incredible part…the part I won’t ever forget…was how her voice didn’t so much as quiver. She would not let him hear how scared she was. While her body shook, Ellen calmly listed next steps to her husband:
Get home. Call our parents. Head to the hospital. Everything will be alright. Everything will be alright.….Everything will be alright
Surgery was scheduled for Thursday.
Our parents flew home from Miami & his from PA.
And we spent the next few days trying to comfort & distract (baby-sitting duties & lunch dates & 2 dozen “live strong” bracelets) ((I didn’t know what else to do.))
Yesterday Dan successfully underwent surgery. They removed his cancer. Prayers answered. We are now waiting for the results of scans and pathology specimens looking for evidence of metastasis. We are hopeful/prayerful for results that will alleviate the need for further treatment… chemo and radiation.
Based on his surgical observations, Dan’s surgeon has given him good odds. They caught it early. That made all the difference. Additionally, the anesthetist reported that immediately upon waking Dan gave a fist-pump and murmured “Go Bulls!” That’s a good sign, right?
I didn’t intend to write about this, but yesterday while waiting for Dan to come out of recovery El suggested perhaps I share this with my readers…. To remind you that 30 year olds CAN get cancer….that if you have a lump, you owe it to yourself (and to the people who love you) to get it checked out NOW Not next week. Not next month.
I suppose, selfishly, I also write this post to ask you to keep my brother and sister in your thoughts & prayers as they go through this incredibly scary time.
My brother (the film connosueir) is set to start flming an exciting new project in 14 days—a 40 person crew, a $25,000+ budget—they’re really trying to make something big.
ANYWAYS, they had all their equippment scheduled to be rented out through his alma mater, Columbia College Chicago, well those assholes somehow have refused to rent him out anything due to politics and complete idiocy! (Even though some of his crew still attends the school!!)
I don’t want to see all their months and months of planning go down the drain—please help them—if you can.