The day began early and rainy, but the promise of a surgery that could improve Meghan's life as our new normal approaches unwillingly, was worth my meeting her with a bright smile that shone with hope. Her mood did not match mine. Surgery was scheduled for the 9:00a.m. hour, which came and went, as did noon. Her anxiety level rose as the waiting and the day grew longer. Finally, about 2:30 she was wheeled to be prepped for a quick, but dreaded operation to help to clear her small intestine and provide a way to digest and get rid of waste before reaching Harold. The ileostomy was a success and Meghan did very well during and after the surgery. That's great news, but even better news is that her liver is healthy, with no obvious sign of cancer. We rejoice! We have many blessings to thank God for today. Good news from the surgeon, loving and fervent prayers from friends, family and strangers, a place to stay with generous friends while Meghan is cared for in Durham and so much more! We've met a community of people that have formed a bond though they don't know each others' names, who so freely share their stories of healing and faith and offer prayers, advise and love even though they have just met you. There is the medical team of doctors and nurses that are so focused, genuinely caring, brilliant and diligent to treat Meghan and so many others like her in this newly found community, with kind healing hearts and skilled hands. Then there are the angels among us who aren't noticed so much. Our angel shines brilliantly in our hearts because she knows how the system works for patients who are trying to successfully navigate in the health care world. She has been vital in making the difference to help us expedite and guide us through this complicated and overwhelming process. This unselfish gift of kindness might just be the thing that proves to save our daughter's life.Thank you for everything, Emily! We will never be able to repay you. With thanks, love and the presence of grace and mercy to all, Debbie
The official diagnosis: Stage 3 advanced colorectal cancer. Dammit lol!
Currently waiting in the doctors office which seems to being taking for ever but in reality it’s been 15 minutes. Then hopping over to the hospital to be admitted for my colostomy surgery tomorrow afternoon.
Best part though, tomorrow night I can eat anything I want!
I gotta say Duke really has it together I’ve been here 2 hours and have seen 3 doctors and gotten my plan of attack for Harold. Unfortunately this will be a 4-5 month process involving chemo radiation and finally surgery to remove Harold but soon the end will be in sight. Also once I leave the hospital we will be traveling to moms house in Asheville to begin my chemotherapy but will be in excellent hands and being well fed as moms cooking is the best. Keep those prayers coming guys and FaceTimes, cards and snacks are always appreciated ;) If you would like to send cards or letters moms address is 95 Fox Creek Drive Fletcher NC 28732
My beautiful daughter is 30 years old and she has colorectal cancer. She loves life, her family, her boyfriend, her job! She works out, pays her taxes, is kind to animals, and works very hard just as she was taught. These were some of the words that she tearfully said to me when she realized that she was indeed very ill and she was coming to the realization that she might possibly have cancer. What do you say to this wonderful lady that you so lovingly reared to love God and believe in what is good and right? Everything is not alright. Our world has gone very wrong! This Caringbridge site will be penned by Meghan and me, her mama, Debbie. Our journey in the story of this horrid nightmare is just beginning. On February 15, 2019 Meghan was scheduled for a colonoscopy. This procedure was finally happening after about six weeks since the consultation with a GI. Being 30 years old, I'm not really sure that her symptoms were taken seriously by this specialist. The laborious pain grew and mounted within her, but she so hopefully and bravely yearned for this procedure to end the waiting and the pain with an answer that might give a glimmer of hope that everything would be okay after this grueling task was completed. Instead, the colonoscopy was aborted quickly as a tumor was blocking the scope's entry just beyond the rectum. She was met by medical staff with concerned faces relaying news that her brain processed, but that her heart could not fathom. Four days later, the words were spoken, CANCER. And she voiced the words, 'I'm 30 and I have cancer.' We are ready for the fight. That tumor has been dubbed 'Harold' and he is NOT welcome. Be gone, Harold!!!!
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