To all those who continue to read and support me and my family:
Its been so long, since I last wrote.
Well, life is good.
According
to the statistics and everything you read on the internet, this post is
coming to you from beyond the grave. Obviously, it's not. I'm alive
and well, just like I plan to be for quite a while.
Since
I last wrote, I passed another major milestone. It has been over two
years since my diagnosis and surgery. I also have had 3 more "stable" MRIs since I last wrote. Of course, I would imagine the
lion's share of readers were at the party that Eda and Charlotte threw,
and I'm sure she'll post the video of a bunch of kids assaulting me
mercilessly with silly string when she edits this for publication. I
thought they would never empty their cans.
That
was just the beginning. Two days after the party, I had another MRI.
MD Anderson recently opened an imaging center on the west side of town
much closer to us, so that's been helpful as well. I get to show up,
park for free, go in basically without waiting, and get the MRI done.
People ask me if it's nerve-wracking to do, both from the standpoint of
claustrophobia and anxiety about the results, and for the first, I can
always say it's not. Most of the time, I'm not even worried about the
results. I had about five minutes of nerves the day before the scan,
but I think that was it.
Two months ago (May 2015), the
MRI did show a new "spot" that both the oncologist and radiologist agreed
was most likely a tiny leak in a blood vessel caused by radiation effects. The
most recent scan showed a slight eduction in the size of the spot, which
definitely means it's not tumor growth, since tumors don't shrink
without being treated.
The next morning, Eda,
Abigail, Audrey, and I left for the Dominican Republic for a week on a
massive resort in Punta Cana. I think I've convinced myself that
all-inclusive is the way to go. Steakhouse for dinner? No problem.
Just show up. You want another drink? Just walk up to the bar and
ask. It doesn't even matter if you're in your "baby suit", which is what
Audrey keeps telling me you wear to go swimming.
And
if I ever feel sorry for myself, all I need to do is think of the
people living on that island. The houses with above-average
construction were made of corrugated aluminum. The poverty of that
nation is astounding. Once I saw that, the tips became larger and more
frequent. Yes, I have brain cancer, but I live in a country with paved
roads where my friends can drive their own cars over to my brick house
and hang out, or where I can drive my own car to the premier cancer
treatment facility in the world. God bless America.
Thanks for reading, and sorry for the delay. Will continue to do my best to keep you all updated. Facebook posts on Team William are better updated.
William
Thank you all for continuing to pray for my family.
William's 2nd Year Surprise Party! YAHOO!!
We used all of the Team William Surprises to decorate this year!
