Well, this will be a fairly short blog today. This week we recieved information about my youngest 18 year old son who is temporarily living in Denver. He has just been diagnosed with malignant melanoma.
He fell off a skate board and hit the back of his head in January. Apparently he had a bump that he thinks came from his fall. The bump didn't go away and, in fact,got larger. It was finally checked recently and the doctor decided to remove the lump. When he went in, he found it to be suspicious and there was more than he expected. He decided it would require a specialist to deal with it. In the meantime he had the piece he removed analized and it came back positive for melanoma.
My son had an MRI done yesterday (Wed) and today (Thr) he had a PET scan done. On Monday we will go up to Denver to the University Hospital for the consult and the diagnosis and plan of action. They already have him scheduled for Chemo on Tuesday in case it is contained where it is. If it has spread around his spinal column or into his skull or brain then I'm not sure what the plan or prognosis will be.
My son has been somewhat a wayward kid and had some troubles, but this is a huge thing for anyone to have to face, especially someone so young. Also, he has a 10 month old son to consider so he is facing some very large issues. Please keep him in your prayers. Also for me to have strength to deal with it. My system is tenuous at best and stress wears me out alot. I am planning on being there in what ever capacity is appropriate for the situation and to lend some support to him and my daughter.
Many years ago I lost my first son when he was only 22 months old and no one should have to hold their child, that last time, with no breath left and say goodbye. My daughter was only 5 when he died and it has had a large impact on her life ever since, including how she feels and fears for her own beautiful children.
She is a strong person though and has been such a wonderful support for me with all my stuff. She had to endure alot of stress trying to be a mom ,wife, daughter, and still try to support my husband too. She did great. When I was in the hospital for 3 months and was at deaths door for weeks, she maintained a running email dialog with just about everyone I have known or worked with or am related too. Everyone was so thankful to her for the day to day updates that she wrote, many times way late at night after staying with me at the hospital to give my husband a break and still caring for her own family as well.
Well, now that I've rambled on and sounded so pitiful, don't think that. I am doing pretty good for my own situation and we have to have high hopes for my sons also. He sure could use another chance at begining his life again, you know?
Hopefully next weeks blog will bear good tidings. A miracle wouldn't hurt either. I don't deserve to have all of them for me. I will gladly share.
Smile awhile and you will feel better for it. I did and I am.