Last Sunday we drove to Laurel to get on a plane to fly to Houston. Really, that was just last Sunday? It seems like a month ago. We got on that plane with a group of nurses from MEA who were off to do health fairs. What a blessing to be able to fly instead of drive the eight hours.
Bright and early Monday morning we were at the hospital. Since late June we had been waiting for this moment. The moment of answers and starting a process of getting Donald well. First a nurse walked in and asked a lot of questions. Next a physician's assistant walked in and asked another set of questions. Finally the doctor walked in and said, "Well, there has been a big problem. I can't tell you anything without looking at the tumor. Until I see that there is no reason for you to be here."
Donald (not me because I was two seconds from being a crying mess) explained how we had gone to the extremes to get everything to them. We had even brought our own copies of the records to them. We asked, "Why did you let us come out here if you didn't have what you needed?"
The doctor said, "I have asked your patient rep to come up here to talk to you."
When he left the room, as hard as I tried not to, my tears just started streaming down my face. Disappointment. Anger. Frustration. Helplessness. Every emotion just seemed to slam me. Donald reached over to hold my hand and we both prayed.
When our patient rep walked in she began chattering really fast. I mean really fast. She knew she had messed up. We knew it too. Then she did the wrong thing. She lied. She told us she had a Fed Ex tracking number in her hand and the sample was on the way and would be at the hospital tonight. What she didn't know was that Donald had already called our doctor at University Medical and they had the sample in their hand, packaged up to send. They just needed MD Anderson to sign the request form.
I wish I could say that I just kept my mouth close and extended grace to this lady, but that wouldn't be honest. I told her that I needed her to know that we were more than a chart. We had spent gas money, vacation days, hotel days, meals... and it was all wasted at that moment because she would not answer our phone calls or return our phone calls.
The rest of the week was slow. Tuesday Donald had blood work. Wednesday he had a head and neck scan. The plan was for us to meet with the specialist on Thursday. On Wednesday night they called us said all appointments were cancelled since the pathologists wanted to do some additional testing on the samples.
At this point we have had seven pathologists look at Donald's samples. Two of the Country's leading sarcoma specialists say they have doubts that this is sarcoma. Out of a crazy week, this is great news and we give GOD ALL THE GLORY for this.
We flew home late yesterday. Seeing our boys and getting hugs from them was good medicine. Sleeping in our own bed felt so good. There really is no place like home.
We really have no more answers, but we have been reminded again that these doctors are just men and God is still God.... yesterday, today and forever.
Thy Will Be Done.