From February 5, 2020
Hi Friends --
Have I mentioned before this is a high and mighty mountain? No? Keeping it real here -- trust me, it's mighty.
As we look up to the summit, the next leg of this trek is taking shape -- it's time to address the Itty Bitty on my lung.
Yesterday I met with the good Dr. S, Stanford's top thoracic surgeon. For anyone wanting a friendly reality check about how much they've accomplished in the world, I would encourage you to Google him to compare your resume to his. Boy howdy. Let's just say Dr. S's mom must be mighty proud.
Even though I desperately wanted to chat with Dr. S about his undergraduate history thesis award (seriously, Google this man) I knew we had to stay focused on all things related to the Itty Bitty. His take: he'll get it out, but it may be a tad more involved than a minimally invasive procedure I initially thought this might require. As a practical matter, this means that my surgery will either be Easy Peasy and I'll be home after a day or so, or slightly more involved, in which case I'll be in the hospital for closer to three days.
Game Day is set for Friday, February 21.
After December's Mother of All Surgeries I expect this one to feel rather more like a long weekend at a spa. Oh fun fact -- did we all know that doctors can order some forms of alcohol for hospital patients? I know! It's true. I have it on good authority that all kinds of liquor are considered A-ok. Will I have tequila waiting for me in my room when I emerge from Dr S's good hands? Doubtful. But maybe I can coax the nurses to put cucumbers on my eyes or something close.
In the meantime, I'm feeling quite well. My CEA score has stayed consistent at 1 and I'm slowly regaining energy and stamina. I'm using this time to dive more deeply into work and kids and longer walks with friends. And did I mention I managed to see 12 films at Sundance not too long ago? In fact I did. Ask me about Boys State and how it will soon be your new favorite documentary.
But steeper parts of the mountain will soon beckon me up, higher and higher still. After surgery more chemo awaits. My job now is to prepare, breathe deeply, pay attention to all the beauty surrounding this part of the view, listen carefully when Connor and Lucy have a new story to share, and give thanks for each and every one of you.
Perhaps we start a pool to sort out S's history thesis? If so, I'm in.