It’s been a big couple of weeks for us. Some may say it’s been a huge couple of weeks.
On Thursday 9th December my husband was working down in Brisbane and wasn’t feeling well so the boss’s wife booked an appointment at the medical centre, found somebody to drive him and made him go to the doctors. His had constant problems with his health for the last twelve months and it always felt like one thing after another. A while ago he told me there was a lump on his neck and we actually had him booked into the doctors that week but canceled the appointment due to his trip. His had a lump in his neck since returning from overseas and it kind of came and went. We always thought it was a cyst or something similar and I often joked he was paranoid.
We were moving the next day and I was busy cleaning the house, he didn’t call me to tell me how it went so I assumed it was nothing. After attending Effie’s christmas concert later that evening I remember he had been to the doctors and called him back to see how he went. He said he would talk to me about it when I made it to Brisbane. I knew the news wasn’t going to be good.
The next day it felt like it took forever to actually get out of Nebo and on the road, We didn’t end up leaving until 2pm. We should have stayed the night and started in the morning but I couldn’t wait another day to know what was going on.
We didn’t have a plan, we were just going to drive as far as we felt comfortable. Once we hit Rocky we felt good, we stopped at McDonalds for an hour to recharge my phone and let the kids play, we were going to try and make it to Bundy but once we got there back in the car the kids fell asleep and we were wide awake so we just kept on going. Next came Gympie, we were only 1 1/2 hours away and were still amazingly wide awake so on we went. The roads were clear I was more than happy to travel into the city with no traffic on the road, we pulled up in our drive way at 3:30am.
I didn’t have a key but knew where my husband had hidden the spare, I secretly hoped it was still there as he had been staying at a hotel in the city and I wasn’t too keen on sleeping in the car for a few hours until he showed up for the day. I found the key, carried the kids through the front door and put them into the make shift beds we made up on our last trip. There was no power, it was getting connected at 8am but it was cool and the sun was already starting to rise.
As I jumped into bed I sent my husband a txt: I’m home. I woke up a few hours later and he was standing over me shaking his head. The first words out of his mouth was..your a bloody idiot! I jumped up and gave him the biggest hug and he lead me outside to the verandah where we sat on the couch an soaked up the sunshine. He was good at avoiding things, it was a special talent of his and that was exactly what he was doing now.
He took my hands and looked at me with so much sadness in his eyes, what ever he was about to tell me was going to change or lives forever. He spoke the words but I didn’t hear them, maybe I didn’t want to hear the truth, I wasn’t prepared to deal with the reality of the situation. I looked up at those sad eyes and tried to understand what he just said, could I have miss heard? You have what? I asked this time I heard the words clearly I have cancer…
It’s been just over a week since he told me and the idea of everything is finally starting to sink in. My husband has cancer.
Right now it’s a guessing game. Its spread to multiple parts of his body and the doctors believe he has stage 3 hodgekins disease. I only know the basics, that it’s a disorder in the blood system and in most cases the survival rate is 85% if it’s caught early enough. Normally google would be my best friend but this time I’m too afraid to look, I don’t want to know all the facts and figures I just want to live in the moment.
His already had a stack of medical tests. Blood tests, CT scans, PET scans and there’s so many more to come. His booked in for a biopsy on Christmas eve to remove the lump on his neck for testing and were hoping that a spot will open up and they will be able to take a bone marrow sample this week.
We hope to have all the results back after Christmas and a treatment plan put into place by the start of 2011. Luigi has been amazing. His been so positive throughout the whole process, his still working and taking one step at a time. Physically now we know whats going on we can really spot the changes, it seems silly that we missed the signs for so long but there’s no point dwelling on the whole process, it just makes the reality of the situation worse.
Right now I’m suppose be on holidays with my family in NSW but with Luigi not being able to travel and having all these tests I couldn’t even think of leaving him behind.
Effie and Josceline flew to Melbourne with my sister on Sunday and will return sometime in the new year. They have been looking forward to this trip for so long I couldn’t bare to take that away from them. The next couple of years is going to be tough on all of us and they deserve a good Christmas.
So right now this is what I know. We’ve just moved house. Were spending Christmas apart from the kids. My husband has cancer and will spend Christmas eve in hospital. Life never works out how we planned. Were all going to just fine, we have to be AND then..once it’s all done and buried we are all going to Thailand.