Sometimes I wish
I wish that it was like it used to be, let’s say, 25 years ago…
No worries, playing with grandma what it would be when I was all grown up.
Well, I’m grown up all right, and it is absolutely nothing like I thought it was going to be.
Bastiaan and I went to the hospital last Friday to get the results of the scan we had the previous Monday.
The good news was that nothing really got any bigger, the doc did see some “new” spots but he thought they were already there last time, before we started the IL-2 treatment. They were new to us, so I just hope the doctor is right (and yes I trust him so I shouldn't worry too much…). The not so good news was, of course, that they didn't get any smaller either...
I know this all is actually good news and I know I should be really happy, the news that we got Friday was above all our (mine for sure, which is only proof that I still don’t know my body) expectations, but “happy” doesn’t seem to be on the menu lately.
I think that is why I’m having such a difficult time writing, I do not want to be negative (I always imagined my little stories to be positive and hopefully make people laugh) or write negative stories/blog posts, so I didn’t write at all for (what seems to me) a incredibly long time…
Sorry it took me so long
Your prayers, gifts, cards and above all love still give me inspiration every day. And if you can hang in there with me a little bit longer I am (almost) sure we are going to be oke and smile like that little girl again…
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