Pathology reports came back for my mom today. We knew the chances that a lesser surgery would be sufficient were low, but it was still a letdown to find out exactly how much needs to take place. I knew that a more invasive surgery was going to be required. I just knew. I've known since the first visit with the oncologist. I knew before my mom told me the results today. Even though I knew, I didn't realize how much I was hoping for the best until my mom told me otherwise. This surgery will result in a long recovery. We don't know just how hard it will be yet, but we are going to need some help. This is where I cry "uncle!" Remember how I live an hour away? I'm going to be spending weekends in Bountiful, but I need help. Your prayers in our behalf will always be welcome. Anyone close by who wants to let Owen hang out is a blessing from Heaven. As far as we can tell, my mom will spend most of next week sleeping as she recovers.
As hard as getting the news today was, I can't help but be overwhelmed by all the blessings. My mom is being treated by one of the best doctors at one of the best hospitals with the best machines in the nation. All three of these are conveniently close to home. We have Netflix, which seems small, but goes a long way for keeping Owen entertained while my mom is resting. We have family lending support. My dad's parents came up on Saturday to help get kids ready for school in the mornings. My dad has a great job and has been able to take time off. We will make it through this, and be better for it. I just have to remind myself that, although circumstances are out of my control, I have to have the faith that it will all work out in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end. All is well. All is well.
