Monday, November 29, 2010

Monday, October 18

It was Monday, October 18, 2010. Oh what a glorious day!

After a few calls to Brent’s case worker at the cancer center, we heard the word that we have been praying to hear for just under 2 years now. REMISSION!

Here’s how it went… Brent and I were sitting in the car in the parking lot of his work place. Courtney, his case worker, called with the rest of his results from his bone marrow biopsy. Here’s their conversation (I’m eliminating a bunch of medical stuff that no one really understands anyway):

Courtney - “I just wanted to let you know that everything looked good. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Brent - “Oh, OK.”

Kelli - “Don’t hang up! Ask where your level is.” (Note: I don’t really know what this level measures, but he knew which one I meant.)

Brent - “Courtney, do you happen to know where my level is? You know, one time it was 0.19, last time it was at 0.16. It’s the one that tells us how where we are compared to remission.”

Courtney - “Oh sure, you’re at (phone cuts out) 0.”

They confirmed his next appt, and that was it. They hung up.

Immediately after hanging up, Brent looked at me and said, “I’m probably going to need to you to call her back this afternoon.”

So later that day, I did just that. She confirmed that his level was truly at a ZERO. To be quite honest, I still didn’t believe that we were talking about the same level. She must be looking at some other count. I wanted to make sure I was understanding this correctly, so I simply said, “Courtney, I need to know… is this remission?”

And then I heard it, fewer words have been better to hear. “Kelli, we’ve hit remission.”

“Thank you, God!” It’s all I could think. It’s all I could say. I had to walk away from my desk and go somewhere private (I work with guys, you know how they get when they see a girl cry.)


Brent was off work by this time, so I called him immediately. Wanna hear a grown man cry? Tell him that he just beat cancer. That’ll do it!

This was truly a day to celebrate!

No Apologies, OK… maybe a few

Great intentions have been getting me no where. Things have been so crazy lately (you know, in the last 3 1/2 since I last updated). When things happen, good or bad, I think… I should blog about this. And then I don’t. And then something else happens, and I think, “I can’t blog about this until I catch up on the last thing.”

Well, last night we were sitting at Brent’s parents’ house looking through old pictures and scrapbooks. It was so fun to listen to stories and hear the different memories that certain pictures brought up for different people. It was then that I decided to not feel guilty any longer. No catch up sessions (except for the really big stuff), but it won’t be in order. I need to blog about what’s going on in our lives, because you can bet your bottom dollar that these things certainly aren’t going into a scrap book of any kind.

So there you have it. Sorry that I’ve been missing. But I’m not sorry. Life happens. I’m only sorry to my boys, in case they ever wanted to look back at this as their scrap books.

Happy Monday. You’ll be hearing more from me than before.