It's our third trip to Cincinnati. We decide to travel there every time when Joey needs a scan. I am extremly anxious when the day comes. But Joey is excited. He just enjoys flights and hotel. I often wonder, "Does he ever worry about the scan?" He never mention a word about it. Instead, he is looking forward to the icecream. Cincy has best icecream in the country.
Got CT and MRI the first day. The appointment with the oncologist is in the morning the next day. I couldn't wait until the appointment. I felt myself almost running to the radiology department. Filled out a form to get a copy of everything. Printer was printing out the report. That printer was the slowest one I ever saw. The girl gave me 3 pages of report. I grabbed and read it. I could hear my heart. I was looking for the words I had been praying for every day. Praise Lord, I saw it. Decreased in size. I read those words one more time and compared the measurement. It's not a significant decrease, but all his tumor shrank. I could breathe now.
I ran out of the room and tossed the report to Luke. "I don't want to read the rest of it. I only know tumors shrink. Please circle those you don't understand and ask Dr. later." I was scared to read more because I don't want to see anything suspicous. Joey was playing games and didn't hear us. When Luke told him the result, he looked at me and said,"mom, you don't need to cry this time."
We saw Joey's oncologist and he is satisfied with the result. Joey will continue the drug until the scan 12 weeks later. Scan, scan, scan. I hate it so much. But we don't have other option.
For 6 months, we finally have something positive. It's not a huge one, but significant enough for us to celebrate. God bless my boy. May Him have mercy on us.
On the way back home, we went to the best icecream shop in Cincy. Joey was content.