So on Wednesday morning we dropped off kids to our wonderful neighbors, the Butters. We headed up to St. Elizabeth's hospital to meet with Dr. Hung. We were so nervous. We hardly said a word to each other. We got right in and Lisa, Dr. Hung's nurse started all the usual questions. Finally Trent just blurted out, "So how bad is it?" Lisa just stared at him and got a little teary and said, "Um...I'm going to let the doctor talk to you about that."
We both knew it was bad. Trent got a little emotional and asked, "But it's fixable, right?" Lisa paused and said, "It all depends on your attitude."
Well, by then we were both in tears. I had my chair scooted right over to the bed and we just grabbed for each other. I don't think the shock has worn off yet.
The doctor came in and explained that Trent has Sarcoma, a soft tissue cancer and that we needed to see an oncologist right away. He told us he thought there was a hematoma and tumor. We would later find out that it is just one huge tumor. He briefly went over the MRI results with us and what the next step would be. Before we left the office we had an appointment for the next day with Dr. Silva in Omaha at UNMC. We left crying and holding on to each other for dear life. On our way out we passed a man in our ward, Dr. Jex, a heart surgeon. He stopped us as asked what we were doing there. It was then that I first uttered the horrible phrase, "Trent has cancer." It was shocking to hear myself say it and I hated the way it sounded. Dr. Jex asked to see the MRI results which I held in my hand. He looked over it briefly and offered his apologies and assistance in any way he could.
We made it to the car and started making phone calls. Shock was the initial reaction from everyone. Through our tears we explained what little details we had and accepted words of encouragement and apology.
We stopped off at SCC to talk to my boss who was teaching a class. He was stunned and saddened and told me to take all the time I needed. He has been so good to us. If it were not for him we would not have this insurance which, luckily does not look at pre-existing conditions.
We shed so many tears that day I was sure I could never cry again. But guess what? Turns out, I can. We told the kids later that night. No one really reacted except Zach. He cried and hid himself in a blanket. Megan came to me later and admitted she was stressed out. Of course the younger ones really have no idea what cancer is. The just know that Dad has a "broken hip".
We called our Bishop over to administer to Trent and myself. He blessed Trent that he would be made whole. While he was at our house we were both pretty calm. And suprisingly that night we both slept pretty well.