The Terminal

For the past three weeks I've wanted to tell the story of what we were going through, but things were moving so quickly, I needed a stopping point to even begin.  Anne-Marie had done very well using a walker to get around since the beginning of December and life had regained a certain abnormal flow that we all learned to work with.

She started a new treatment plan five weeks ago to help with the situation, but things only got worse.  A week ago on Friday, January 8, Anne-Marie was rushed to have a major surgery to keep fluid and infection from taking over her right lung.  She had mostly lost the ability to speak without gasping for her breathe.  The surgery gave some relief.  This along with a red blood cell booster injection had us hoping that we could have a little momentum going into the weekend 

At the beginning of this week Anne-Marie lost the ability to stand up by herself.  By Wednesday night, she lost the ability to stand at all.  I knew by the time we traveled to get our scan results on Thursday morning that something was wrong.

Dr. Solti confirmed what had become very evident since Sunday.  The cancer has spread in Anne-Marie's lungs, spine and skin.  It's developed into an extremely serious situation and Dr. Solti has said there's not much more they can do.

Anne-Marie has been given a few months to live at best and a few weeks to live at worst.

This has always been in God's hands.  It's no more out of our control today than it has ever been.

But today the two of us have reached the terminal.  We haven't made it to the gate yet, but find ourselves on a slow march down the concourse.

It's a flight I can't get on.