Good evening gentlemen. This is a sappy post that I’ve been struggling to write for a few weeks now. Please, if you know me personally off the board, don’t be offended that I didn’t text or call as I’ve just really been struggling to talk about this with anyone.
About three weeks ago, my wife was diagnosed with stage 2 grade 3 breast cancer. She’s 33. Seventy percent of her cancer cells are multiplying, so time is of the essence and they plan to begin chemotherapy treatments this week.
I am very impressed with the team from CHI that we will be working with and the vast amount of knowledge they provide is overwhelming.
We have been having conversations about what happens if this doesn’t work. It’s hard for me to ever think worst case scenario as you all know, because God made me an optimist for a reason and that part will never change. So those talks have been extremely difficult for me to have especially as they make my mind wonder about how our 5 year old will handle all of this.
I reached my breaking point last night after an incident with my mother in law.
This is a place I spend a good chunk of time and I consider many of you my friends. So I could really use some thoughts and prayers now boys.
