So, in my freshman year of college I took an Intro to Film class. The teacher was mean and scary and there were 890 students in the class. I was failing the class. I told my parents over and over that I was failing the class. But I ended up pulling it off with a D. Compared to failing, a D seemed great! My parents were ready to throw a celebration over me getting a D. I played that right.
That’s kind of how I feel about Phenon’s new diagnosis. While I was teaching today (yes, I left the hospital, it was very anxiety-provoking and surreal for me, but probably a good idea) the doctors from hematology/oncology came in and gave a clarified diagnosis. Phenon has childhood Hodgkin Lymphoma. As promised, here’s a website where you can find legit information: National Cancer Institute. We do not yet know the stage. The docs said that her prognosis is awesome. She will be released from the hospital likely by the end of this week. Then she will have outpatient treatment that begins with a PET scan to figure out the exact dimensions of what they’re dealing with. Most likely her treatment will be 12 weeks of chemo, and then possibly radiation treatment to knock out the last of it. This is SO SO SO much better than some of the other options that I feel like throwing a party. There are some types of childhood lymphoma that involve YEARS of treatment. It feels a little like bizarro world that I’m ecstatic over lymphoma, chemo, and radiation. I’m ready to throw a celebration. (Yay! We got a D!)
Phenon has had a rough day, but everyone seems to think she IS recovering steadily and surely from surgery. She has yet to hold down liquids or solid food, is still in a lot of pain, and has yet to get out of bed or walk around. She has felt awful. But she’s on her way.
This dumb-ass lymphoma has no idea the fury that is about to hit it. Beware the Murphy rage, dude. Your ass is ours.