So I have an update to share with everyone, except this time it is about Lori.
Last week Lori went to the dermatologist (I think for the first time ever) to get a spot on the bridge of her nose checked out. The provider looked at it and said it was “atypical” (meaning not normal), so she wanted to biopsy it and send it off for a pathologist to look at it. The provider told Lori that even though it was atypical, she really felt like it was Basil Cell carcinoma, which is the most treatable and least aggressive of the skin cancer types. My understanding is there are 3 basic types of skin cancer – basil cell (least aggressive and most treatable), melanoma (most aggressive, most serious, most dangerous) and squamous cell (somewhere in between basil cell and melanoma).
Yesterday, Lori received a call from the dermatology office letting her know the pathology report was back and unfortunately, the spot on her nose isn’t basil cell, it is squamous cell. Lori is being referred to a surgeon so she can have something called Mohs surgery. Basically, the doctor will scrape away some skin, look at it under the microscope to determine if all of the cancer cells have been scraped away, and if not, go back and scrape away a bigger area of skin, look at it under the microscope, etc, etc, until the doctor is confident all of the cancer cells have been removed.
We have already talked to several people who have had squamous cell skin cancer. It is very treatable, although the idea of someone scraping away chunks of skin over and over is not a very pleasant thought!
To be honest, given our history with Lizzy, when we first heard the word “cancer”, it gave both of us a bit of a jolt – a sort of “take your breath away” moment. We are confident that God’s got this, but quite frankly, this is not something we really want to deal with.
But you know what, no one ever wants to deal with cancer, of any kind, at any time. It is an insidious, deceptive, sneaky, hidden, awful disease and I hate it. I hate it with every fiber of my being. And I hate what it does to individuals and to families. It is no respecter of persons, position, age, gender, socio-economic status, race, ethnicity or any other stratification of the human race. It transcends all cities, all states, all countries and all continents. It knows no limits and is not contained by time or space. It is the worst! It attacks babies, the elderly and everyone in between with indifference. It can show up in any part of the body and sometimes it remains in one spot, and sometimes it moves to many locations. It can be in the skin, in the bloodstream, in the brain, in one of the organs. It can show up as a tumor or a lump or spot or none of the above. It is terrible. And I hate it.
And the more I hate it, the more thankful I am that God has promised me that one day, cancer will no longer be part of my vocabulary. One day, there will be no more unexpected diagnoses, no treatment options to consider, no surgeries to be performed. For you see, there will be no cancer in heaven.
With all that said, Lori and I are completely confident that God’s got this. We also know beyond a shadow of a doubt that He is in control, not us. We trust Him.
I will provide more details once we meet with the surgeon and know when the surgery will be scheduled. In the meantime, as always, we so appreciate your prayers, love and support.