So I have CUP. Carcinoma of Unknown Primary. That's the best they can do for a diagnosis. It could be lung (that's a new one), pancreatic, bile duct, or neuroendocrine cancer. At one point today I looked at Dr. Varadhachary (one of the most brilliant medical minds out there, I'm told) and just laughed. I said, "This is absurd." She said, "It is absurd." She also made sure to note that none of this makes any sense...there is no reason she can figure out that I should have this type (whatever it is) of cancer.
She also told me to keep my spirit, that it is incredible. I told her I have a lot of faith.
The good news: we get to be home for Emily's wedding!!! Thank you all for your prayers about this. I am so thankful. SO thankful!
I am to start chemo next week sometime. This includes getting a port put in and stopping breast feeding. I am not worried about either of these things. I'm just taking one day at a time. And I continue to pray and trust.
When Dr. V walked into the office today, I started to feel very anxious, as I did before my appointments with Dr. Evans. I had a quick word with myself about God being in control, and the anxiety went away and didn't come back...even when she told me she could not tell me if my cancer is curable or not (since she doesn't know what I have).
Here's the thing...I am in the hands of the great Healer. He is my rock. He has met every need in my life until this point, so why would I stop trusting him now, just because this is a rough spot? I need Him now more than ever.
We're headed home tomorrow, and stopping in Chicago for the night. I'm going to Lombard with my dear brother Michael to see Andrew Wommack (a pastor). He has a ministry that has intrigued me as of late.
Thank you all for your prayers. Love to you all.