Bump in the Road

Double date at The Cheesecake Factory

Dinner at Olive Garden

My daddy and me at Olive Garden

Smiley me after mom helped me tint and shape my eyebrows

Sexy cross-eyed Shelsi

Hello Lovely People!!

Happy Thanksgiving!!! Unfortunately this update isn’t going to have good news like we had hoped to give. I still have hope and faith that we will get through this bump in the road like we have done throughout this entire year. I know it is thanks to all of your love and prayers and the power of priesthood blessings. I really appreciate all of your faith and support that you have given to my family and me. I got admitted to the hospital last Tuesday like I always do. I was hoping to leave Saturday like I was able to last round but my white blood cell count was too low. I thought for sure I’d be leaving Sunday. Nope. I cried when they told me they were making me stay another night. They wanted me to wait until my regular doctor could see me and decide if I could go home Monday. I was so frustrated. I just wanted to go home with my husband and sleep in my own bed. I was feeling a little better later so I told Eric he could go home so he could work in the morning since he would be taking Thursday and Friday off for the holiday. Monday morning came and a new doctor came in and told me my white count was up from 1.7 to 1.9 but that I still had to wait to see my doctor because that still might not be high enough. Around 3 I broke into tears again because my doctor had still not been by and I wanted so badly to go home. All day I kept asking my nurse if she had any idea when my doctor would be coming by. She didn’t. I even called my doctors nurse but she was at the hospital getting a cast put on her broken arm. Finally around 4:30 my doc came in along with my neurosurgeon who performed my craniotomy, another doctor, and a couple nurses. I thought to myself, this can’t be good. Usually it’s just my doctor and maybe his nurse who come see me. He asked me if I had any idea what was going on with my last MRI scan. I told him I hadn’t been able to find out anything about it since I had been at the hospital. They told me that they saw a small spot of tumor in my brain again about the size of a marble. I was in shock. The methotrexate that I was being given just wasn’t strong enough to kill remaining cancer cells so the darn little things started to grow into an ugly mass again. I was trying so hard not to fall apart in front of everyone. It was hard to hold back the tears but I didn’t let them fall down my cheeks. Not then, anyways. They told me that most likely the next step will be radiation and a stem cell transplant with intense chemotherapy, even more intense than what I have already gotten. They weren’t sure when everything would begin, but they knew that they wanted it to be soon. When they left the room I closed my door and balled like a baby. I called my husband, sobbing, then my dad, sobbing, then my mom, sobbing, etc. My sweet husband took the news so well. His voice and words stayed positive and upbeat. I was grateful for that. My dad came to pick me up from the hospital. We had a nice ride home together. Tuesday my mom came to visit and help me out. We had some fun girly time shaping (she had to rip off my wax strip cuz I just couldn't pull myself to do it. Ouch!!) and tinting our eyebrows and laughing hysterically at really silly scary pictures of me. The Monday before I went back to the hospital my dad and his fiancé Gretchen took Eric and I out for our anniversary. We went to Olive Garden and had a very nice time. The Friday before that we double dated with a young couple whom we have known for a while. We went to Cheesecake Factory. It was really good! Well, that is the latest news. I am doing very well and look forward to the near future when I can finally say I battled cancer and won!

I love you all!!

Shelsi