This morning, we drove out to the doctor’s office
and waited patiently for him to come in. Because my doctor had to leave the
country yesterday, I was actually meeting with another doctor, who
had done my hernia repair surgery the year before. We visited and talked about
things in general at first and then he got to the results.
My head, neck, abdomen, and pelvis looked good. The
mammogram was normal. The problem was in my chest. He told me I had a large
tumor taking up about 20% of my upper left lung with various smaller tumors
around it. The tumors from my lymph nodes on my shoulder had come from the main
tumor. I was stunned, in disbelief. I asked again, what do I have? He replied,
“Lisa, you’ve got stage 4 lung cancer.” Unbelievable! He asked me if I had ever
smoked, if I had grown up in a home with 2nd hand smoke, if I worked
around asbestos. All my answers were the same, no. He asked if I’ve been
experiencing any chest pain, shortness of breath or extra fatigue. Again, I
said, No, No, No. I told him, I’m a wife and mother. I help coach a U14
competitive girls soccer team. I’ve been working full time at the elementary
school with a 6th grade class of 34 students. Am I tired, sure, but
what woman isn’t?
He said 10% of the people who get lung cancer have never
been around smoke in their lives. I was in the unlucky 10%. Then he showed us
the computer screen with the image of my chest CT scan. Sure enough, there in
black and white was an undeniable, oddly shaped tumor at the top of my left
lung. There was no denying it.
He went on to explain that he had spoken with a terrific
oncologist, Dr. Wendy Breyer, who would see me first thing Monday morning and
give me my first chemo treatment. Before I did that, he told me I’d be going
back into same day surgery tomorrow to have a ‘port’ put into my upper right
chest. The port is just under the skin and will be an easy access point for the
doctors and nurses to draw blood and give me chemo medications. There will be a
small tubing connected to the port that will feed right into my main artery. He
asked if we understood and we blankly agreed. I was in a fog. My mind was
racing. He instructed us to walk across the parking lot the American Fork
Huntsman Cancer Institute right next to the hospital and get registered. That’s
where I’ll be getting my treatments. Dr. Peugh gave me a big hug before he left
and wished me well. I’m thinking ‘that can’t be great news if the doctor is
hugging me.’ Linc & I wiped our tears and I took a deep breath before we
left the office.
At the Cancer Institute, we were given a stack of forms. I
filled those out and stood back in line to turn them in. I heard a lady call my
name from behind me. “Lisa, is that you? I’m Shauna from our BYU ward many
years go. Do you remember me?“ I
actually did. Then she said, “What are you doing here? Oh no. Don’t tell me
you’ve got cancer!” I nodded my head and she hugged me and we both cried. I
can’t believe this is really happening. It is so surreal.
Linc & I came home and tried to decide how best to share
the news with our children. We drove to Tyler’s work and met him in the parking
lot. He sat in the car with us and we told him of the results. He too was in
shock and we shared some tears.
A week ago, I had arranged to meet, the mother of
Tyler’s fiance, Andrea for lunch and wedding dress shopping. Even when I got
the news about the cancer, I decided that I didn’t want to miss out on this
special afternoon. I don’t know what the future will bring, but I wasn’t going
to miss out on today. It was such a wonderful afternoon. It turns out that Annette is a breast cancer
survivor. We talked and she expressed her love and concern for me, my health
and the upcoming wedding. I felt like we bonded.
Lincoln took Lexy and drove up to Logan to share the news
with her, Chad, & Ashley. He said they laughed and cried together, but it made
it easier to have been told in person.
Tyler and Lincoln gave me a blessing tonight. Tyler acted as
voice and it was a beautiful blessing. I’m scared about the many unknowns about
the future, but I also feel a real sense of peace that God is with me and that
it will be all right.
As I knelt tonight in prayer, I thanked the Lord for the
blessings of the gospel in my life and for my precious family. I thanked him
for my testimony and for the power of prayer and temple covenants. I asked him
to help me be strong on this journey so that I can be an instrument in his
hands for good in lifting others and submitting to his will.