This update is a mixture of joy and sadness. After a very brief time in bed because of a stroke, my father, Henry, passed away on December 20th at the age of 95. With great thanks to my sister, Liz, he was able to remain at home in his own bed, with my mother at his side and his dog in the bed with him. I can not express in words the incredible impact he had on my life, my children and the world he came in contact with. Simply said, his void will never be filled nor will he ever be forgotten. I love you Henry.
On the other side of my life, my latest CA125 was down to 9 from the previous 11. My new oncologist said the cyber knife apparently obliterated the two small tumors and nothing else has grown enough to pick up with the blood work or on a CT scan. The new game plan: CA125 in 3 months and trying to enjoy life without cancer for the moment. As my daughter Maggie quoted, “Cancer is a word, not a sentence.”
Love,
Nyshie
