Or, if you're picky about grammar, not the news for which we were hoping.
The tumor is not in the parotid gland, which usually are benign. It is instead in a lymph node. The abnormal cells which were present are being stained and studied and the report will be available in a few days. We have an appointment Tuesday.
We didn't think we would learn as much as we did yesterday during the procedure. We kind of wish we hadn't, actually. But there are five days (counting today) between now and Tuesday, and we want to make the best of them. After that, we're probably in for a long haul of cancer treatment.
There. I said it. CANCER.
I've been dancing around that word, here and in my head, for a couple of weeks now. How is it possible that my husband can feel so good and have cancer? He's not in any pain, has no symptoms. How many 67-year-old men do you know who routinely take five-mile walks outdoors on a very hilly road? Most of the Medicare-aged gentlemen around here are parked in a La-Z-Boy watching reruns on TVLand. Not all, but most.
This is West Virginia, after all.
So we will move forward, with grace, and get through this and come out better for it, better as people and better as a couple. Better as friends (our friends are amazing and wonderful), better as parents to our respective offspring (we have no children together), better as grandparents. Better.
Thank you again, thank you always, for your good thoughts and heartfelt prayers.