Day 7 - September 21, 2009

First let me thank you all for your well wishes and prayers. Kim and I have always been convinced about the power of prayer, and that has only be reinforced this week. You'll really never know how much we appreciate all the thought and time that has been dedicated to us. We think we counted at least 8 states and D.C. where people are praying for us...pretty overwhelming. Heck...we have the whole Pacific Time Zone!

Now for today. Up and at 'em, left the house at 6:15 to head to TG. Totally felt like the early bird, saw no freakin' worms. Is that good? Can't figure that out. Anyway, we met with tremendous staff at TG today. My mom stayed with me for moral support, though it was tough to admit that I would need that. Our pastor, Paul Freese met us there as well. What a blessing that was. As a pastor, he has done this so often and was very thoughtful and insightful. He certainly brought a sense of peace to the day. Kim was, of course, interviewed extensively today prior to her biopsy. No questions about the relative merits of her diarrhea or other bodily functions, but still two doozies none the less. So...you're 35, getting a cancer biopsy. Not the greatest day, right. The nurse asks..."Are you feeling depressed?" Duh...I'm getting a biopsy. Follow up question..."Have there been any significant changes over the past year?" You mean besides the fact that somebody told me I have cancer 6 days ago? No...we're all good baby! Bless them for being thorough...but sometimes you have to laugh!

Kim spent approximately 1 hr. 15 minutes with the interventionist radiologist, Dr. Wurst, who performed the biopsy. How hard do you have to work to out perform your name? Tough. Today he did though. He got plenty of great samples, and harvested extras so Kim could send them out for additional opinions. She came out looking and feeling great. In fact...the doctor today seemed to think that the tumor had shrunk since he had seen it on Thursday. Sounds like prayer to me.

We had to wait at the hospital for 3 hours while Kim rested. She couldn't leave until she could walk and pee. Thankfully she did them in succession, and not simultaneously...another blessing!

So...now we're home, she's resting, and now we play the waiting game. I've always hated games...especially this one.

More to come later. Thanks again for your support, comments here, and indulging my ramblings. Those who know me well know all I require is someone to pretend they are listening!

Steve