Today's test results were less than wonderful. Trent was not feeling so good today and had quite a time in the MRI. He actually threw up in the middle of it. We met with Dr. Jones, a surgical oncologist, who said that Trent's chance of making it through this was slim. EXCUSE ME?! That was harsh to hear but we both swallowed it like we had heard it before even though no one had said it quite like that. He said that because of the obvious infection in the biopsy site that surgery was needed immediately. Unfortunately the chemotherapy has not done anything to the cancer and the spots on the lungs have grown. If they tried to do more chemo now it would kill Trent because of the infection. So surgery is scheduled for Friday. Dr. Jones believes he will have to remove the entire adducter muscle to erradicate all the cancer in the hip. This will leave Trent dependent on the use of a walker or cane the rest of his life. That is a tough pill to swallow. They will put in a wound vac and do another surgery two weeks later to remove any remaining cancer and close the wound. Then when Trent is healed from that surgery they will start a new regimen of chemotherapy to attack the spots in the lungs.
Surprisingly Trent has been pretty calm about this. I, on the other hand, keep thinking of all the things that will change. It was pretty emotional at the hospital and I cried all the way from SLC to Brigham and buckets beyond that. I admit. I am scared. I am apprehensive about our future and what life will be. But ultimately, life is a lot more important than mobility. Trent gave me a blessing that I would be strong enough to handle all that will come our way and be a strength to others. I immediately felt calmed and at peace.
I was trying to think things through and be positive. I closed my eyes and rested for about one minute when the thought came to me as clear as day. "Thy faith hath made thee whole." What "whole" is I am not sure. However it is plain to me that I must continue to have faith. Then this evening for scripture study I read 3 Nephi 17. This is when Christ has come to visit the Nephites in America and before he leaves he invites them to bring him their sick and afflicted and he heals them. I know that through Christ we can be healed too. I guess through all of this we are learning to rely more fully on Christ and realize that we are in the Lord's hands. While it is scary and unknown, I would rather be in the hands of the Lord than not. He will do what is best for us. I am just hoping and praying that He and I are on the same page!
Trent and I will be fasting on Friday for a successful surgery, sparing as much of the muscle as possible, and a chemotherapy regimen that will erradicate the spots on the lungs. In short, we are fasting and praying for a miracle. If you would join us in our fast we would be grateful.