I was reminded via text tonight by my sweet friend Shelley that I needed to provide an update on my blood work from my oncologist appointment last week. Well...it's perfect. I honestly don't know what my oncologist, Dr. Wendt, looks at, probably something I should ask, but he said it all points to a very healthy gal. Yay! Dr. Wendt did say that my "sugar levels were enviable" which sounds good whatever that means. I was surprised to learn that he did not test my tumor markers. I thought these were necessary, but he said that he does not lean on them. I found this helpful explanation on cancer.org:
"Tumor markers alone are rarely enough to show that a cancer is present. Most tumor markers can be made by normal cells as well as by cancer cells. Sometimes, noncancerous diseases can also cause levels of certain tumor markers to be higher than normal. And not every person with cancer may have higher levels of a tumor marker."
So there. He said he would test them at my next appointment in three months. Fine. My radiation oncologist says Dr. Wendt is the Steve Nash of breast cancer, so I totally trust him.
Nick and I celebrated our 12th year wedding anniversary on Sunday with a very civilized brunch on the patio of one of our favorite Phoenix restaurants, St. Francis. We also bought each other new patio cushions which should be arriving this week and I'm beyond excited about that. A quick check of my Hallmark gift calendar says 1st anniversary is paper, 5th is wood, 10th is tin or aluminum, and get this, 12th is silk or linen. Does Sunbrella fabric count as linen? I do believe it qualifies. Oh, 20th is china and platinum, I'm looking forward to that one. Just one more reason to hold onto my hubby.
All kidding aside, this 12th anniversary was not only a great milestone for our marriage, but of all that we have lived through together: college, homes, engagement, wedding, births, deaths and this abomination of a year. This anniversary reminds me of a quote from one of our top five movies of all time, Shawshank Redemption: (as narrated by Red aka Morgan Freeman)
Andy crawled to freedom through five hundred yards of shit smelling foulness I can't even imagine, or maybe I just don't want to. Five hundred yards..that's the length of five football fields, just shy of a half mile. Andy Dufresne - who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side.
Amazingly accurate, especially in light of my most recent blood work. And it wasn't just me who crawled through the shit smelling foulness, it was Nick too. He held my hand every step of the way and when I couldn't walk, literally and figuratively, he carried me.
Twelve years ago on April 10th we committed to "in sickness and in health." Boy, did we put that one to the test this past year. Thank you Nick, for holding up your end of the bargain with the strength of ten men. I am forever in love with you.