Lloyd Returns

Kristina & nephew Andrew at the Fair in September

Lloyd has woken up. Sad to say, he has decided to have a little stretch. My last Dr. Day was almost three weeks ago and produced almost entirely the usual results—with one tiny difference: a new, very small dot in the midst of Lloyd. Well, crud.

So now my “wait and see” phase is over. It was a nice three years, and I’m glad I had that long. Now comes the treatment portion of my cancer journey. It is as simple as that—it just took me a bit to change my way of thinking. Us—it took us some time. I speak as myself, but I always mean ‘us’—Mark and I are a team in this, and his job is harder than mine (at least in my opinion) all the time.

So we’re getting used to the new phase of the journey. In some ways, it is like finding out I have cancer all over again. In other ways I am excited to be doing something about it. My hope is to go through treatment and have another nice chunk of time (years, please) before we need to do anything again. Just go back to sleep, Lloyd. You know you want to.

Treatment is… hard. Not just the doing of it, but the deciding what to do. My doctors are some of the best in the world, and still my own tumor board is not entirely in agreement with which steps to take. The community of doctors who treat my disease is not completely on the same page, and which way do you go? Do you go on trials, or do you take the standard path? Everything has risk. Lloyd is inoperable at this point, and it feels as though no matter what we do it is a crapshoot. Welcome to cancer. Wait, haven’t I had cancer for three years?

We will figure it out together and make a decision. Radiation is a near certainty, probably six weeks; chemo is a big question we are trying to answer at this point. I won’t even get started on the other questions. Mark is pumping me full of freshly churned juice (ie: vegetables) nightly and had a flat screen installed downstairs WITH a link to the DirecTV to get me on the treadmill daily. If a person can be “saved,” Mark is going to save me. He scolded me for eating a cream cheese sandwich last week. *sigh* I didn’t even retaliate. (I did love you, cream cheese sandwiches…)

Meanwhile, we are gearing up for this battle as best we can. I have resigned from my job with the National Federation of the Blind effective at the end of November (unless treatment begins sooner). This is a great sadness, as I do love my job and my friends in the Federation. However, I am not disappearing from the Federation (or the world), I’m just not coming in to work everyday. I need to focus on kicking Lloyd around for awhile. And, apparently, doing a lot of sleeping, if anything I’ve heard about radiation is accurate. And this is my brain, after all. I do need it.

I will write more when I know more, should you want to keep in the loop. My e-mail is kristinawolf@yahoo.com

Love,

Kristina (and Mark)

Mark went as a "dandy" to the western-themed Halloween party we went to last weekend.  He's ready to fight (even if he is pretty).