Cindy and I admitted our son in the hospital yesterday and there is a 99% chance that he has cancer. There is a 5" diameter tumor on his left lung. The tumor caused pneumonia which they are treating with antibiotics which has helped the pneumonia to subside.
It's going to be a long wait for the biobsy results to see what type it is. The cancer doctor said the type Lance Armstrong had is the easiest to cure so we are hoping at worse case that that's the type we will be dealing with.
We are just totally devestated and can't believe it's true as he is only 24 years old. We have family support here with us at this time. Even though the doc says it would take a small miracle to not be cancer, we are not giving up and asking for vibes/prayers if you don't mind sending them his way.
We found out today that the cancer is lymphoma. My son Dave is totally devestated and wants some time alone. We will be heading back to the hospital in a little while. Cindy and I want to thank all deeply for your love and support. Some of your know Raye, my sister, she is her with me, as always, and says thank you too.
« Last Edit: May 16th, 2008, 9:39am by BlueMeanie »
Most certainly....prayers are and will continue to be said.
Please let us know regularily how your son and family are doing.
The best time to seek a support group is right now. I know you have us and you know we'll be here for you all, but you also need people who have or are going through what you are now. Your doctors office staff most probably has all kinds of information for you to help you find a group that's right for you.
Praying for a miracle....there's still that 1% out of the 99 that your doc mentioned, also.
You, Cindy, and your son are in my thoughts and prayers! I will be praying that it is not cancer, but that if it is, I pray that you all have strength and the best team possible helping your son to beat it. Please let us know if there's anything you need.
Ah! The foreigners put on such airs Wearing the tangerine suits And their harlequin eyes. The pain they inspire Draws in harmonica melodies And the feathers of birds Which flame up at their touch. It all comes to light in the sheer Debonair. (Ellen)