In February an MRI showed a doubling in size of the dezmoid tumor remnant in Gil's bracial plexis (neck/shoulder area). There was some concern that the dezmoid (a clod of fibrous gristle, benign, but in a lousy spot wrapped around the remaining nerves for his right arm and hand) could have morphed into a malignant type of tumor called a sarcoma.
And then we waited, and were on vacation, then the surgeon was on vacation, then the other surgeon who was needed to weigh in was on vacation..... you get the idea. We dealt with it initially with our old standby, denial, but as time passed, the unfairness of some other potentially big time destructive tumor blindsiding us got both our undies in a bundle.
Today we learned that it's very unlikely that it's morphed. We'll get a simple needle biopsy sometime in the next week (no more knives in that area, thank God!) and should get the results within a few days after.
So, though not all the shoes have landed, we're in process and been reinforced in our belief that "no way, Jose" could there be any more malignancy than we're already dealing with!
Speaking of which, after one set of labs where Gil's Myeloma numbers rose, they've returned to relative stability and we're on course for doing his stem cell transplant next Oct/Nov. (after the golf and garden season and the first round of grandparent bonding with the young Hirsch morsel!!!)
So that's all the news that's fit to print. I may get back in to regular blogging, but, I'll confess, I'm exhausted, beat, have zero energy and am basically all blogged out. So until all the shoes have dropped, consider no news is good news.
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