Pretty Big Day Coming Up

Isabella finished up her second cycle of chemo on Friday with the last vincristine dose. Isabella has been doing very well over the last few days. She's felt great, been engaging, eating and drinking well (we just found out she loves a mint chocolate chip milkshake). She has been using "Mr. Righty" for practically everything and building up strength in her hand. She is also walking much better than before. She's still neutropenic (low white cells), so we are still very careful around her - for example, Nathaniel has a runny nose, so he will not be able to visit her tomorrow. We are planning on going back to Rusk on Monday to continue her physical therapy.

On Saturday, she is scheduled to get an MRI where we will see the effects of the chemo on the remaining cancer cells. We are hoping to see a great reduction in cancer cells and at worst, see no growth in those cells. We should know the results on Monday. Part of me wants to just get it over with and see the results, and part of me does not want to see the results. Part of me wants to hope for the best, while part of me wants to prepare for the worst and perhaps be pleasantly surprised. This constant emotional tug-of-war, as well as just the not knowing is mentally and emotionally exhausting. This is not an uncommon state that people experience. I just read an article where millions of people don't get routine physicals or go to the doctor just because they are scared to find something and would rather not know. It's not logical, but it is human nature.

So as soon we know, we'll let you know. Thanks for reading.