“We’re talking months. Maybe three. Maybe more. But I don’t think the end of the year.” –Dr. S.
You probably deduced by the silence here that Dave’s scan results weren’t good. In fact, his doctor declared them “really bad”. I could not have been more floored. Even after reading the scan report, it was hard for me to accept what he was saying. I could read on the report that his tumors were growing, but they have been growing for some time now. What makes this growth more dire than previously reported? Dr. S’s tone and message were very different this time.
In quiet moments, doubts or maybe reality creeps in – Dave won’t be here to walk his daughters down the aisle. He won’t see what his kids grow up to be. He won’t be here to dispense his goofy, one of kind, fun style of parenting. There have been a lot of tears. But not around the children. We have not told them anything yet. So, if you (or your kids) have contact with mine, please keep this between us for now. We want them to get through the end of the school year before we rock their worlds. And even then we don’t want to start some countdown of calendar watching.
I told Dave that I will believe it when I see it. These are just numbers. Numbers which I fully expect him to blow out of the water. After all, we don’t know what tomorrow can bring. Dave’s doctor reached out to his doctor at Hopkins who asked him to come up and see her on Monday. So, we will see what additional options might be out there and if they are at all palatable. In the meantime, we will just live our lives the best that we can. Dave is definitely tired but he also has the energy to get out and have some fun. He’s hoping for a trip with the Tremaine men to Chicago, and we’d like to take a family trip when school gets out.
One day at a time.