08/23/2024
8.23.24
Tomorrow Brock turns 7. It’s a bittersweet moment for me. He has spent half his young life dealing with cancer and its after effects. And in so many ways, he’s mature beyond his years because of it. But he’s also just a kid.
He’s a kid who loves sports of all kinds, video games, playing with his friends, Lego, wrestling, and occasionally still snuggling with his mom. Looking at him, you’d never know all he has been through and the things he continues to deal with as a result of his diagnosis. And we’re the lucky ones. We have our little boy when so many other families don’t have the same happy ending.
Over this past week we were reminded of just how fortunate we have been and continue to be. Brock went in last Thursday for his regularly scheduled MRI. As a part of the process he also gets a chest x-ray because, if his cancer were to spread, it would most likely be to his lungs. To be honest, this part of the process had always been an afterthought for me. And it was on Thursday as well. Brock woke up from anesthesia and we hustled up to the oncology clinic to see our doctor and get the MRI results. There was no evidence of disease/stable scans 32 months after treatment ended. It was slightly odd, but not entirely unusual, that the chest x-ray results had not come back yet. We returned home and went about life.
When I awoke on Saturday morning, I had an alert from the Vanderbilt Health app on my phone that a new test result was available. I opened the app and read the results: 7mm ovoid opacity projecting over right lung, not seen on prior. Possibly a vessel or a nodule, but was not in the range of other vessels. Recommend CT follow up.
My heart sank, and I immediately messaged our care team. Then I had the task of telling Ryan. We tried our best to go about our day as normal, and our oncologist called us while we were out running errands. He said he thought it was not a recurrence, but wanted to schedule imaging to be sure. We asked that he have a CT as soon as possible and Dr. B said he’d put in the orders for it to be scheduled for next week. Early Monday, we were able to get his CT and a repeat x-ray put on the schedule for Tuesday morning.
The results came back clear later Tuesday morning, and I felt like I could breathe again for the first time since Saturday morning. Honestly, it was the most scared I’d ever been that we might lose him. We know several things about Brock’s cancer, but the most important things for this post is that 1) if his cancer comes back it’s significantly more difficult to beat and 2) if his cancer had spread, it’s significantly more difficult to beat. To be blindsided by the potential for both of these outcomes to be true was just awful.
When Brock went through his initial treatment, I never let myself consider that the treatment wouldn’t work or that he wouldn’t get better. This had nothing to do with anything other than I simply didn’t have the time or energy to focus on the possibility or to dwell on those fears. It was all we could do to put one foot in front of the other every day knowing the only way out way through this awful diagnosis.
But last week, I watched my healthy, happy, sweet boy and I was paralyzed with fear as life swirled on around us. Obviously to say I’m relieved would be an understatement. But it was a poignant reminder not to take our good fortune for granted and to cherish every day.
So tomorrow, we celebrate 7 years with our sweet, talkative, energetic, tenacious, and brave little Brock.