By Chloe DiVita
The next thing we heard was on December 5th. It was the day the surgery was supposed to happen. She had been transported to Evanston Hospital in Chicago, IL and there she would get exceptional treatment from the best brain surgeon team available. But, I don’t remember all the details, something came up that Saturday and her surgery was pushed a day. If memory serves me right, I beleighve it had something to do with waiting for a specific surgeon to be available.
So, the 6th came, and along with it a lot of waiting. Thinking back, I can’t imagine what the family that was at the hospital was going through. Here we were in Colorado, moving through the Christmas season, thinking much about Leigh and Chris and what was happening, but not living it. What an emotional thing to live. To wait in the hospital and hear how the brain surgery went. I can’t imagine that intensity, but I know it existed.
When we finally the got the phone call that she made it out of surgery and was in recovery, there was definitely a sense of relief, and at that time we still weren’t sure whether or not the tumor was malignant. Now we waited for the biopsy and hoped that it was just a tumor.
And during that waiting period I had a bad feeling. I felt like I knew it was cancer. I don’t know why I felt that, but I did. So when the phone call came saying that it was indeed cancer, my stomach dropped, but almost in a guilty manner. In an “I knew it” manner, but this was not a time where you want to proclaim, “I knew it!”
Now there would be a real journey ahead. Chemo, radiation, more chemo, more radiation. The next few years would be filled with cancer, and the journey it took me on will be documented on this blog, along with the inspiration it provided me to make the current choice I am making.
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