As some of you know, this year has been filled with peaks and valleys for our family. My grandmother passed away in February. My husband's grandmother has been battling terminal cancer for a year. My husband's great-uncle suddenly passed away two and half weeks ago, after succumbing to an infection following what was otherwise a successful operation to remove cancer in his bladder.
Just when you think you've reached a point where the bad news has to stop coming because, really, there's nothing else imaginable that could happen because everything that could already happen, has, indeed, happened, you realize that cancer, like most diseases, has a better imagination than you do.
We received news about a week and a half ago now that my uncle had been diagnosed with a malignant tumor on one of his kidneys. He had been experiencing back pain, and had been given an MRI back in March. The doctor was actually not looking for tumors, so in that respect, my uncle was lucky that they caught it when they did, as the doctor told him that those who typically survive this type of cancer are those who receive an early diagnosis, and that early diagnosis usually happen by accident.
This particular cancer is associated with overweight smokers. My uncle has never smoked a day in his life and is in fantastic physical shape. He wakes up every morning and runs on the treadmill for I think an hour and a half. (Me, I wake up and walk past the treadmill on my way upstairs to grab a donut.) He is also an avid biker. So needless to say, we were all shocked by this news.
Fortunately, they caught the tumor so early that it had not had a chance to spread. He underwent surgery this week wherein they removed the tumor and the kidney, and he is expected to make a full recovery.
If, however, you could all keep his recovery in your thoughts and prayers, that he would continue to make good progress and would not suffer any setbacks, we would be most appreciative.
In the meantime, I will wait for whatever curse is on this family to lift.