As I left to my Dr’s office to get my results and get the dumb catheter removed, Little A was in all excitement. This is what he told us this morning, I am quoting.. ”Amma is going to pee-pee doctor, she will lie down on the paper, the doctor will give her mannu (medicine), he will remover her pee-pee bag and put it in the trash, amma will come back home and carry me”. That long sentence made my day!
He also reminded me to ask my doctor if I could carry him. Guess he missed me way more than he could tell.
We left, the whole waiting was hard, but I guess worth it. I got my results. It was a low grade, low stage transitional cell carcinoma. Meaning, it is the best possible outcome. It is a malignant tumor, yet a very superficial one. They have removed it all and I don’t need any follow up chemo. I would need a cystoscopy every three month for two years, then every six months etc. Chances of recurrence do exist, but then it would be the same stage, grade etc. WHEW!
In short, as of today I feel like I got my life back.
I peed on it (Waiting on that t-shirt from A)