Last week we were told that Shannon had another spot on her lung, eighteen months ago the doctors delivered the same message and in July 2007 she was opened up to remove a spot of censer no bigger then your pinky finger nail. This wouldn’t be so bad except that in order to assure that there is no dripping of cancer cells the incision starts below her breast and extends under her arm and up to her shoulder blade. The scare looks like she was opened like a tin can. So it looks like Nita and I will be spending a good part of February in Atlanta looking after Aidan.
It becomes evident that different people have different ways of dealing with tragedy. Shannon and I are extremely good at computerizing whereas Nita find a need to get mad and discuss the situation, the possibilities, the ramifications, the injustice, and the all events that led up to the current situation. I think Shannon and I have a better way, we evaluate to determine what we can do to influence, we accept our position, then we deal with it step by step.
Our daughter, Shannon, has cancer; this is something that I accepted eighteen months ago. I knew that this day would come, but I had hoped it wouldn’t come this soon. My mother died of cancer when she was 30 years old. I’m confident that good doctors and the advancements in cancer research will assist Shannon in living a long healthy life. I hope we can get some longer intervals between this bad news.
2 comments:
I still feel that my way gets it out of your system, it must be a Cranfill thing
Thinking of all of you and sending lots of love from New York. xoxo Jennifer and Ari
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