Today I go in for a CT scan for my abdomen and pelvis. This same type of scan is where we found out you had a deadly tumor on the head of your pancreas on that fateful Saturday night of Labor Day weekend 2021. Fifteen months later you were gone! It’s hard not to think about that even though I know, as husband and wife, there is no genetic or family history connection between us.
Like you, I have not been feeling “right” for some time; and although my skin and eyes have not turned yellow, I fear the myriad of GI issues and chronic discomfort in my belly and gut are manifestations of something abnormal within my body.
It seems surreal sitting here in the waiting area drinking the berry flavored barium-sulphate smoothie alone. How many times did we do this together for you? I wish you were here with me now to hold your hand and give me comfort.
What will the scan reveal? What direction will my life take after today? Whatever the results and whatever the path that follows I will look to God for courage and strength to face it and carry the memory of you and your journey with me.
Praying Joel.