We just returned home from Dixie’s check up with the surgeon.
The good news is her incision is healing well and the sutures in her rectum are still intact.
One more week and she can ditch the cone.
I don’t like it when people call it the “cone of shame.” There’s nothing shameful about recovering from surgery. There’s something bad-you-know-what about it. It’s an “I’m a tough little cookie” cone of honor.
We went to see the surgeon today because, as you know, she has been having so much trouble going and we were concerned. He did a rectal exam and said the diameter of the portion that he sutured together is only half the diameter of the rest of her bowel, so she is straining (really hard) to push a large stool through a much smaller opening. He put her on a stool softener which seems strange because what little has been coming out has been plenty soft. But the stool on the other side of the sutures isn’t soft at all.
So we are relieved to know that she is healing and her ability to go should improve. I’ve been so worried.
The sad news is that the biopsy report confirms adenocarcinoma.
Fortunately the margins were clean and it wasn’t in her spleen but it has spread to her lymph nodes and omentum. Which means it’s in her bloodstream.
I’ll be meeting with the oncologist next week to discuss chemo, etc.
We didn’t use the same hospital that we used for Bebe, so this will be a different oncologist. Depending on what he says, I might try chemo this time. We’ll see.
The surgeon said her prognosis, based on limited data, is 8 months.
So that’s where we are – sad but also aware that God can do anything.
Once she recovers completely and can get back to her routine we will feed her really delicious, nutritious food, build up her immune system so she can fight this devil off, take her for lots of walks and have lots of fun – even go to the beach when it gets warmer.
And try chemo if it doesn’t put a damper on her quality of life.
Would love it if you would keep this sweet little heart in your prayers.
In the meantime, we’ll be hanging out in the kitchen again today.
I’ll be ruminating on all the heartbreak cancer has brought to my life these last two years.
Dixie will be ruminating gastric acid.