…I Am A Tree

Well, as many folks know who were following facebook all day, or who were texting back and forth with me, the news is good.

No, it’s not good.

It’s fucking fantastic!

Kim was taken in around 11 AM. Her mom, Glenda, and I went into the waiting room for a bit, then around noon grabbed a bite downstairs (she’s at NY Presbyterian). We bumped into her doctor, who was stocking up on sugar for the surgery (had a danish) and I asked him about her MRI on the day before Thanksgiving. He said, “She’s clean. I see no problems here whatsover — there’s nothing but cysts in there.”

Glenda and I were extremely happy to hear that.

Around 1:20 or so, I heard Kim’s name being called out in the waiting room (I was dozing) and went to the phone, where the OR was calling with news.

Things were looking promising. That’s when my first BIG burst of texting truly occurred.

Her doctor came down about an hour later to meet with us and told us this:

We knew she had four ovarian cysts. Three were exactly that: cysts The fourth looked normal, too, but this was the one with “solid matter” in it. Well, when the lab got it to work on, they shook their heads and said, “It’s just a cyst.” Yes, they did do all their work on it and we won’t have the final results for a while, but at the moment, it most certainly looks like no cancer.

The doctor did say the cysts were not the kind associated with her cancer back in 2003/2004.

He then said we’ll have no problems moving forward with IVF should we wish to do so.

Back on October 13th, another doctor told Kim that the cancer was back, and that he would have to take everything in surgery. Today, Dr. Kevin Holcomb did the exact opposite, and not only proved her cancer wasn’t back (well, not definitively yet, but it certainly looks it), but retained her fertility as well.

No idea yet how long she’s going to be in the hospital — my guess is she’ll probably be home on Saturday. She did score a private room, I might add, and has a lovely view of northern Manhattan. I haven’t seen the incision yet, but it’s definitely smaller than before — probably four inches long or so, as opposed to the 7-8″ from prior surgeries.

I want to thank everyone for their thoughts, prayers and vibes. This has been a stressful period, as I’m sure you can imagine, and the absolute best result does appear to be unfolding before us.

Oh, mama, ain’t it good to be alive?

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