Well, hellooo again. I’ve been out of touch for such a long time that I should feel guilty. However, since I’ve been spending most of my spare time enjoying everything about our two ever-so-handsome grandsons, I’m feeling no guilt at all. As much as I’d love to share many fabulous photos of them, our daughter and son-in-law have a “No Social Media” rule about posting them. We refer to it as the “faceless babies” rule.
But today we are not with the boys. We’re back doing the hospital scene with a necessary but unplanned trip for Steven.
Back in 2004 when we first began our journey down Lymphoma Lane, Steven’s fabulous oncologist told him that he could get rid of the cancer but would probably turn him into a Cardio patient way down the road. There was absolutely no hesitancy on our part to go for Dr. Sprawls’ plan and to this day have no regrets about any of the treatments. But apparently we didn’t realize that ‘way down the road’ would be 2019. So here we are
Steven is having a quick CT scan to check him out and then he’s next on deck for an angioplasty. I’m again sitting in yet another hospital waiting room…waiting… and being dang thankful that you are all here with me keeping me company.
We are 4 years post stem cell transplant and compared to many other patients, I think we are pretty lucky. We’ve had our ups and downs but for the majority of the time we count ourselves as blessed. Even this heart issue was discovered by divine intervention because Steven’s symptoms have never manifested themselves in the normal manner that would cause suspicion. So I sit, and wait, and pray as I have dozens of times before. And yet I remain calm. I’m pretty sure God wants Steven to do a lot more Papa Shreve-ing with our adorable grandsons before he gets his ticket punched.
And to prove my faith, I’m hitting the “PUBLISH” button on this blog post NOW. See you in recovery💋!