I lie in bed as I write this. I'm tired today. I didn't get nearly enough sleep last night and I'm greatly looking forward to closing my eyes soon. I've found that a good 11-hour sleep is best for me. It certainly cuts in to my family time, but both Lissa and Emma understand my need for extreme sleep lately.
I had an MRI and a CT scan last week. I also had an MRI in December, it I didn't share the results. I wasn't hiding anything, but December was a pretty busy month for us and the results were mediocre in my mind.
My MRIs have shown now change since June.
I still have metastatic kidney cancer. It hasn't grown. It hasn't spread.
It hasn't gone away, either.
I know I should be excited, but I'm not. "Stable" isn't winning. "Unchanged" doesn't beat cancer, and that's all I want to do. I want to beat cancer so badly I can feel it in my bones.
It's not going to happen today, but it will happen. I'm all in.
Thank you you for walking on this journey with us.