Stage II is now Stage III

I saw the regular surgeon today for a quick check-in on the wounds. They look good, he said, and expects that the plastic surgeon will take out at least one of the drains tomorrow.

The lab results haven't come back from the additional lymph nodes that he took out after the sentinel nodes, but he said we already know it has spread to my lymph nodes to some extent because it showed up in the first ones he took. My cancer is now considered Stage III because it has entered the nodes. That means little bits of it are floating around in my body and we will have to be aggressive with the chemotherapy to kill it all. That part is a bit worrisome to me. Now instead of worrying about it coming back, I get to worry about killing it all off in the first place.

But I'm not going to dwell on it. It is time to take every thought captive.

Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is fair, whatever is pure, whatever is acceptable, whatever is commendable, if there is anything of excellence and if there is anything praiseworthy-keep thinking about these things. Philippians 4:8

I have two little men-in-the-making who need some stability and rest in their lives right now. They miss getting hugs (my arms aren't quite up to it yet) and snuggles. Spiff cuddled up next to me on the couch before bed tonight and said "I wish you weren't going through this." I told him that I agreed, but since I am, I am very glad to have him with me as I do. He helps me feel better just by being himself.