Let’s Call it a 5

On a scale of 1 to 10 that is.

Dr. Surgeon did a nice job.
The surgery was considered exploratory; he was not sure what he’d see once he got in there.
It wasn’t pretty; TC has a lot of cancer in her belly.

Although disappointing, it’s not a surprise to us.
Never during TC’s “Bonus Round”, as I refer to her miraculous summer, did her oncologist imply that she was cured.
But that doesn’t mean we didn’t entertain the thought.
She sure “looked” cured.

So here we are again.
Waiting.
The surgeon did what he could.
He removed a lot of tissue and is hoping that will clear her blockage.
The tumors he could not touch.

5 to 7 days he tells us.
That’s how long we must wait.
As she heals, we’ll find out if her plumbing is working.
If it does, we’ll call today an 8.
If it doesn’t, today is a 2.

TC was a champ today.
She dug deep and got her head and heart where it needed to be.
She’s still down in recovery; she doesn’t know the outcome yet.
And truthfully, neither do we.

5, 8, 2…
There’s only one number I know for sure.

My sister TC is a 10!